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E=Jedi Toddler Squared

The question that currently was running on repeat in Kyp's head was How do I get into situations like this? This question finally settled on an answer. The Midgets, which brought about the question as how such, innocent, sweet little kids, could ever be evil. Granddad. Blame the Granddad. Now knowing where to fully place the blame, Kyp's mind settled into his current situation. Playing housewife, um no, househusband, yes, much better term.

Kyp, like so many clueless baby-sitters before him, had finally figured out the truth. There was no evil twin, and no good twin to balance. Hmm, no light and darkÉ something for consideration when he wasn't wearing a frilly apron. Currently Kyp was trying to monitor Jacen watching the Holonet and make sure Jaina wasn't on the path to creating something seriously poisonous in the kitchen, although it did smell worse than bantha fodder.

Which brought Kyp to his present situation. Stuck in a Courascantian apartment, wearing the ridiculously frilly apron, babysitting two force-filled children. Might as well call Qwi Xux, I've found an unending source of energy. It should be put to the use of the Republic, for the good of all residents of said Republic . . . Children should have their energy drained, and harnessed.

Looking down at the apron, Kyp sighed again. He, upon looking into Jaina's wide brown eyes, had agreed to basically be forever her KyppieÉ Which oddly enough included Kyppie playing househusband. As Jaina had put it, "I gonna be a fwighter-pilot wike Uncle Luke and Wedge. You get to be wike Daddy, you stay home."

He rolled his eyes and was once again thankful he no longer was stuck on Kessel, because at this point he would have died from embarrassment, if not the shame. Who could have imagined that Han Solo, Hero of the Rebellion, was a househusband? The indignity, the cruelty of being the mini-goddess's slave. Next time, don't look into her eyes, she has some sort of power-duh-she is trained in the force. Good one "Kyppie".

Peering over at Jacen, Kyp noticed that once again, his charge practically had his face shoved into the projector. Sighing, Kyp headed over to correct the situation. Pulling at the footstool Jacen was perched upon, it was a complete surprise when Jacen fell off, instead of staying on the stool. The sight of the little guy sprawled on the carpet in stunned surprise sent Kyp into a laughing fit.

Wiping tears from his eyes, Kyp moved to pick up Jacen. "Sorry big guy." Jacen lifted himself up and huffed back to the footstool. He sat there with a dark expression on his face and pouted at the screen. "O.K. then, I'll be in the kitchen with your sister." Turning out of the room Kyp fled from the fearsome second Vader.

"Kyppie, I done!" Jaina proudly proclaimed as he re-entered the kitchen.

Kyp eyed the gelatinous glop before him. 'It could be meant for eating. . .' spoke the image of Master Skywalker on his right shoulder. 'Yeah right' the Sith on his left shoulder said to him. 'That bantha fodder isn't fit for Empirical consumption.'

Ok, obviously time for some diplomatic skills. . . A Jedi should master all things. Master Skywalker nodded at this, while the Sith snorted in disbelief.

"Wow, Jaina. That looks amazing!" Kyp put on his best wide-eyed and interested look. 'Amazingly disgusting,' hissed the Sith on his left.

Looking down Kyp noticed that Jaina eagerly held out a spoon, over flowing, with the glop. Figuring it was better to just get it over and done with, Kyp shoved the mix into his mouth all in one bite. . . The flavor was, well, surprisingly good. The Sith vanished in a puff of smoke.

"Wow Jaina! This is really great! Can I have some more?" Jaina beamed proudly at Kyp, and scooped out another spoonful of the glop.

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Later that night as Kyp clutched his stomach, while his body contorted itself into a fetal position, Kyp would wonder why he had to have eaten the entire bowl.