When you're 16 and you're all, "My asshole parents don't get me! They're too old and lame to ever understand anything!" just remember that by the age of three you owned both a Batman sword and color-changing Light Saber (red=Sith, green=Jedi--we weren't really sure what side you were on) and your Dad fought you, on command, in the backyard (and mostly let you win.)
Although, he also wore brown dress socks with sandals and shorts, so who knows. Maybe we are totally lame.