I actually had the C-3P0 night light. In my defense, I was only seven years old.
I’m not sure how to open this one off — I want to claim that there’s some hidden thread that connects the following forty-thousand miniature reviews of various Star Wars items, but there really isn’t. What you’ll be seeing in just a few moments is…well, it’s just a big pile of Star Wars crap. Figural erasers, wallets, magnets, night lights — things of the household nature. What strikes me immediately here is an understanding why us grew-up-on-Star Wars nuts became so passionate about it: it was everywhere in our lives.