Mommy-Wan Kenobi: I have something here for you. Your father wanted you to have this when you were old enough, but your uncle wouldn't allow it. He feared you might follow old Mommy-Wan on some damn fool idealistic crusade like your father did.
Isaac Skywalker: THAT?
Mommy-Wan Kenobi: Your father's light saber. This is the weapon of a Silly Daddy. Not as clumsy or random as a pew-pew hand; an elegant weapon for a more civilized age. For over a thousand coffees, the Silly Daddies were the guardians of Silliness and Tickling in the Old Neighbourhood. Before the dark times... before the thunderstorm.
Today Isaac picked up my light saber while I was out bbq'ing. He picked it up and starts saying "whomm... whoom... ssshhh". I may have taught him that at some point, but not with my light saber (which is current broken!).
I can't help it if the apples doesn't fall far from the tree.
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