For years when I lived at home, there was a yearly bargaining session between me and my mom about which top to put on the Christmas tree. She had this spike-looking kind of thing whereas I wanted the classic star top. Every year we'd go through this..."You let me have mine this year and I'll let you have yours next year...".

Eventually, my sister got married, moved out, had kids. The first Christmas after I moved out, my parents ask me to go over to help set up the tree (they're in their 60's and don't have the strength to hoist a tree up). Mom is all proud of herself because now she can have the tree top she wants and no one can argue with her - dad never really cared either way.

As she's standing there gloating, dad says "Well, y'know, Geoffrey (the younger of my sister's boys, aka one of my mom's grandsons) said that he likes the star top on the tree." Mom shoots me a dirty look, as if I had something to do with it.

I just smile and say "The Force can have a strong influence on the weak mind."