I have eleven aggravating mosquito bites puffing and itching all up and down my legs(fond reminders of the party last night, I suppose).

Sam was impressed, he dutifully helped me put stingstop on them and solemnly said he was glad HE didn't have so many. Now he's busy building a squadron of miniature star destroyers, putting them on my head and exploding-so I disposed of them...

Who knew you could fit 7 star destroyers down a boy's shorts?