Son D. has begun a fascination with all-things-Star-Wars. It started innocently enough. A paperback book from Barnes & Noble, read at bedtime. But soon it branched into other books.
And then, of course, Legos. Oh, the Legos. So far, we've managed to get by with the tiny character Lego sets. A Storm-Trooper here; A Darth Vader there. As soon as he realizes that they sell enormous Lego sets of the entire ships, we're toast.
He hasn't seen any of the movies yet. So far he seems content with books and Legos.
But this morning, it was "sharing day" at his preschool. He insisted on bringing a Lego StormTrooper (who happens to be carrying a Lego-sized gun.) I refused, gently explaining all the reasons we can't bring guns to preschool.
A tantrum ensued, culminating in a full-body, full-volume shriek of, "IF I CAN'T BRING MY GUN TO SCHOOL, THEN I'M NOT BRINGING ANYTHING." Nice. Yep, that's how we're raising our boy in this uber-pacifist household.
In the end, he brought a book. A Star-Wars Book.
I caught the first 3 movies when I was a kid, but I'm woefully behind on the rest of the series. Who is this Anakin? This Padme? When did Ewan McGregor become Obi Wan? I'm more of a "Luke & Leia" era girl, myself. (Didn't they use light sabers? What's with all the Lego guns?)