May the Force Be With You

My son, being a boy, has wanted to watch the Star Wars movie since… well, since birth. It seems like it is in a boys DNA or something. I have put it off for a long, long time, but I finally capitulated and got the trilogy from the library last week. (The old movies. The new ones he can watch when he grows up and moves away. I won’t ever sit through those again!) Each night for three nights, my “big kids” got to stay up late, eat ice-cream and watch the old classic battle between good and evil.

I can think of a lot of things to say about this. I could list all the reasons why I didn’t want to expose my innocent 7 year old and 10 year old to the iconic saga. I could list the reasons that I went against my good judgement and did it anyway. I could tell you why I don’t think it was a mistake, or the (hundreds of) reasons the “little kids” will have to wait even longer than their older siblings did. I can think of a dozen ways this post could go.

But, in the end, this is what we are left with. Today, we went to a costume birthday party for my friends son. Who do you think my two big kids went as?

And, somehow, I am okay with that!

For anyone who wants to know, these were super simple costumes. White flannel with a hole in the middle. Leia’s belt was a strip of white fabric with aluminum foil squares glued on. Luke’s belt was a little strip of leather we found in the shed. And, get this! Leia’s buns? Knit Picks Cotlin in Cashew. That’s right. My stash is so extensive, we were able to find two balls of yarn that matched the child’s hair! I wound her pigtails into the yarn and then bobby-pinned the heck out of it. The lightsaber is a piece of pvc pipe (the perks of having a plumber for a dad), and the blaster is a cheap water gun. These two were, without a doubt, the best dressed at the party. I was so proud, and they were on cloud 9!