I inhabit the Late James Earl Jones’s Vader with my kids in the following recurring scenarios:

When I believe one of them is telling me porkies, I point my fat finger at them and say : “You are part of the rebel alliance!”

When my boy is resisting my attempts to reconcile after a fight I say : “Join me, and together, we can rule the galaxy as father and son! Come with me. It is the only way.”

Referring to the reaction that they can expect from their mother when they are about to do something unwise: “The emperor is not as forgiving as I am.”

When I call to say I am on my way home: “Alert my star destroyer to prepare for my arrival.”