A fathers musings

George R Binks watched his son sleeping. It was the only time he seemed to stay still, a energetic bundle of inquisitiveness trying to get into everything. He knew that younglings were supposed to be a bit clumsy with growing bodies and all, but the boy seemed to take the cake. He glanced at the calendar on his desk in the other room, soon it would be the boys first birthday... maybe he should get him a toy... ...or maybe a helmet. One of these days the boy would trip over his own feet and crack his head, force knows how many times he scared his wife trying to climb up where he was not supposed to be. Gungans were amphibians not some sort of tree swinging primates... strange kid, hopefully he could make some friends that would help him with that, because he was out of ideas.