Am I a Jedi? I’m not really sure what a Jedi is, but Mommy and Daddy often say that I must be a Jedi. Sometimes (okay, most of the time) I stretch out my hand and reach as far as I can. Mommy and/or Daddy look at me. I look at them, then to the object of my desire, then back to Mommy and/or Daddy. One of them stands up. I start saying the name of what I want, but all that comes out is “eh, eh, eh.” because I am a baby. Mommy gets closer to what I want. I get louder. Yay, Mommy grabs what I wanted and brings it back to me. I smile and show them all my teeth because I know Mommy and Daddy really like it when I do that.
“You must be a Jedi,” Daddy says “you reach out your hand and bang, the object you want is there.”
I don’t know what a Jedi is, but if it means pointing at something and then getting it, then yeah, I’m a Jedi.