The boys have officially crossed to the dark side of Star Wars obsession. This morning we awoke to find that they'd used red markers on their faces so that they resembled Darth Maul. The bad guy. Naturally. Jack even drew down and around the back of his neck. Oliver washed some of his off, but I'm sure that several folks at the farmers market wondered about the little boy with red lines all over his face. With a profound appreciation for their creativity and ingenuity, I do, nonetheless, sometimes balk at the sheer amount of cleaning up these endeavors require.