Some dads are just awesome. Like this doting father, who built his son a sweet Millennium Falcon cockpit bed. I bet this kid sees hyperspace every night when his eyes close. Forget counting sheep. Pretend you are doing the Kessel Run instead. Or maybe count Mynocks. That would be appropriate.
He’s gradually been making the whole room Star Wars themed, because how could you not, now that you have a sweet Millennium Falcon bed. You don’t just stop there, when you do a thing like that. You keep going until your whole house is spaceworthy. Then you start smuggling cargo and try to avoid any Imperial entanglements.
This guy should be Dad of the Year.