That's not a Sith Lord in your closest, honey. It's just your big brothers playing dress-up.
"Jacob. Come eat your breakfast. It's almost time for school."
Go to school today, I am not.
"Oh yes you are, young padawan. Now do you want milk or juice with your oatmeal?"
Morning, honey, What's up with Jacob?
Milk I will have.
"Morning, dear. Coffee? Oh, your son is just using his imagination. Ever since his brothers got their Darth Vader and Darth Maul costumes, he's taken to speaking like Yoda to balance the disturbance in the Force."
Well that makes sense, I guess. Could you pass the cream and sugar?
Sugar is the path to the Dark Side.
Thanks, Buddy. But I think I'll take my chances.
"He might also be a little delirious. He didn't sleep well after the other boys put on their black jump suits and molded character masked and jumped out of his closet."
Big stupid JERKS, they are.
Don't worry, buddy. I'll have a talk with them. No more Sith Lording over the house until Halloween. Now get your backpack and I'll drive you to school.
School leads to math. Math leads to confusion. Confusion leads to SUFFERING.