"I'm glad all the ones on the left are pink and the ones on the right are purple," he said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I don't like pink and I also don't like left," he said.
"You don't like left?"
"No. Not even my left hand. I only like right."
"Why?"
He sighed. "I just like the right, that's all."
"What's so good about the right?"
"Mommy, the right hand is the one I usually hold my lightsaber with."
"Ooooh. Well that explains it."
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