When I was a kid, there was one consistent force that was always in my life. One thing I could always count on being there, with all of its wisdom and beauty. I’m talking, of course, about my father’s Lego Yoda, fresh in the box. Now I’m not talking about one of those tiny Lego people with Yoda printed on it. Oh no, it is far more glorious than that. My dad won a sizable recreation of Yoda constructed solely with Legos in the late 90s. You might wonder how he won such a prize at a Target in Illinois. Well, I will tell you. He crunched the numbers and guessed the exact number of legos that made up the recreation of this Star Wars character. If I ever had any doubts that my dad wasn’t the smartest guy around, all I needed was a visit to the closet where Lego Yoda lived in his box, and those doubts would evaporate.