It was a day like any other day.

I was at my mother's house using her sewing machine (since I don't have one of my own). My eldest son, Nate, (guess where I got my screen name!) was watching an animusic video in the living room.

Ethan, my baby, escaped at top speed into the kitchen, crawling with all his might in an attempt to evade confinement in the playpen. As he's crawling along my mother has a thoughtful look on her face.

"What?" I say.

"He crawls like something... I can't put my finger on it," she replies.

"Hmm..." I say.

Suddenly my 6 year old, an ever-present source of annoying sound effects, pipes up with a "we-ooo-we-ooo" noise. I look at my mother with dawning comprehension.

"Boga!" I cry.

My mother looks at me in confusion, "who?"

"Boga!" I say again, "the dragon-lizard Obi-wan rides in Revenge of the Sith."

"Yes! That's it!" Mom says.

It's too bad he won't still be crawling in October, or I'd dress him up as Boga for Halloween.