Little Ben Skywalker could simply never tell how it happened. His stormtrooper action figure wouldn't stop marching! Something in its innards had gotten stuck and he simply couldn't work out how to get it's smooth, white, plastoid casing open. After turning it over and over in his hands, while the toy's legs kicked out mechanically, once even bopping him on the nose, little Ben did the next best thing.
"Daddy?"
Luke Skywalker was reading a datapad, propped up in bed while his wife took an important comm on the balcony, gesticulating furiously. He smiled as his young son tried to clamber onto the bed on top of him and reached down to help him up.
"What's up, son?"
"Fix this."
It wasn't a request so much as a command.
Luke took the toy his son held out to him and frowned as it continued to move spasmodically in his hand. He pursed his lips and slowly got out of bed, letting Ben down gently.
"Wait here a minute, ok? I'll be right back."
True to his word, he returned in less than 5 minutes to the sight of Ben making Mara abandon the rest of her work and read him a story instead. He climbed back into the bed, snuggling beside the two of them and handed Ben the action figure back.
"There you go, buddy. It's all fixed."
Ben's little face lit up in joy, a sight that neither of his parents ever tired of.
"Wow, Daddy! Thanks!" he exclaimed, flinging his arms around his father.
He'd never doubted him for a second.