Whatever you do, please do not tell my husband about this backpack. I have this awful, nagging vision of a client waiting for their personal trainer to arrive for a boot camp session and it's my husband, sporting his Darth Vader Back Buddy wonder, filled to the zipper with jump ropes, 1-pound weights and deflated exercise balls.
Even worse, please do not suggest to my husband that he might buy this backpack "for the boy." Don't even hint that it may help educate the young one on the principles and pleasures of Star Wars. That just leads to more startling vision of my husband glazed over with shivery excitement and strategies about this just being the first step toward introducing the boy to the DVD box sets on Sunday afternoons while the kid himself is sporting the Darth Vader Back Buddy, hanging down to his knees and filled to the zipper with jump ropes, 1-pound weights and deflated exercise balls.
All of it is just too much. However, if you do happen to notice that they've come out with a cute Princess Leia-with-the-hamburger-bun-hair tote bag, call me, OK?
