There are two hearts in my body.

One is my 37-plus-year-old model. You can tell which one it is, easily. It has the doughnut sprinkles on it.

The other? It’s fairly new, having only begun to beat a few weeks ago. I saw it this past Monday for the first time. It was clipping along at 154 beats per minute.

Ryley is enthralled with R2-D2. He draws pictures of R2, dreams about R2, and wanted to spend money from his recent birthday on anything R2 splattered. Luke Skywalker? Darth Vader? Who are they? To Ryley, “Star Wars” is R2-D2’s story, slam that book shut.

Last night Ryley and I were sitting on the couch. I was listening to him talk about R2 when he asked this question:

“Daddy told me an actor sits inside R2 and makes him move. Is that true?” he asked, grimly.

“Yep, it’s true.” I answered with that cocked-head-I’m-sorry look on my face.

“Is it David Hasselhoff?”

Originally posted February 2006