It's that time of year again!
On January 17, 1942, a disturbance rippled through the Force, as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror: A dad was born.
And then he met a Korean lady, and not long after, through a process that looked something like this...
...life happened in 1969:
Childhood was no picnic. Dad trained me hard in the ways of the dark side...
Soon, I was able to fight the best of the best:
And then Dad decided to have himself another little Vader in 1976:
...which gave the cat much joy...
...and also impressed the dog:
Dad had himself yet another little Vader in 1979...
And I suppose he decided that that was enough for one lifetime.
Dad's been retired since last June, but he's currently going through a refresher round of paramedic training. Must be that crazy "gotta help people" urge he has.
For having produced such twisted offspring, you'd never guess my father was a great man, but a great man he is.