We had a major milestone in the Hale house recently when we introduced our son to the Star Wars franchise. We decided to try episode IV out first. It's practically G-rated by today's standards and we figured that the space travel/sci-fi thing would catch his attention. Much to our delight, he loved it and has been begging to watch The Empire Strikes Back ever since, my least favorite of the trilogy. It's so long and boring (sorry hardcore Star Wars fans who vehemently defend this one as the best) but I know he'll like it. My husband is pleased and so am I. We can't wait to introduce him to all manner of made-in-China, lead laden Star Wars merchandise.
We brought our Star Wars box set on vacation with us thinking we could take advantage of the home theater system and watch Empire on the mac-daddy screen. Imagine our surprise when the house was not equipped with a VCR. The humanity! When my mother-in-law heard about my son's interest in Star Wars she told me that she had a twin sized Star Wars sheet that used to be my husband's. She offered to give it to my son. I knew the sheets she was talking about (light blue—every child of the seventies had a set) and wasn't exactly thrilled about the prospect of those sheets gracing the mattress in my son's very non-Star Wars room.
My daughter's birthday is this Sunday and a package from my in-laws was waiting on the porch when we got home today. Inside was a gift for my daughter and a small gift bag for my son. I gave the bag to him thinking he'd open it and cast it aside as the frivolous non-toy that it was but it did not go that way. My son opened up the bag, smiled a shy smile and asked if this used to be his Daddy's. I told him it was and he quietly unfolded it, wrapped it around himself and laid on the couch smiling. He's been in that position ever since.