Let the Wookie win

The "Star Wars" argument went like this:

Judybat: He's too young to understand it.
Me: There will be robots and spaceships and stuff blowing up. What's to understand?

Score one for me!

Let's make one thing clear: This movie blew his little boy mind. In a good way. Yes, he asked a lot of questions, but they were the questions of a child who wanted to make sure he did not miss one single thing and was paying rapt attention. He also narrated. Whenever the stormtroopers appeared, he would kick his legs and ball up his fists and announce, "There are the bad guys! There are the bad guys!"

I had been waiting for this experience since before I had kids, which suggests just what a big honking geek I am and what a big honking geek my poor son will probably turn out to be. It did not disappoint. I'm having to resist the urge to go get him "Empire Strikes Back" -- the best of the series by a long shot -- right now. We're waiting on "Return of the Jedi," because I want him to be old enough to realize that the Ewoks are annoying, not cute.

The wonderful thing about these movies is that you notice something new every viewing. For example, this time around, I noticed that Chewie has a porn star mustache.