Enzo makes sure all the storm troopers are broken in our house. His light sabre is as big as him. His hair roguishly falls into his eyes as he tromps around the house. Enzo is a Jedi Warrior. In his psyche there is only one person that matters right now: Daddy. Sound is all around Enzo. Everywhere he goes he makes sound; a hum; a crash; a song; an engine. His energy fills up our house and leaks out the cracks into the neighborhood. Everyone around here knows it. I’m glad I have a pint sized benevolent warrior to protect me.