May the Force Be With You

Last night, I bent down to give Aidan one last, go to bed, sleep tight hug and he asked seriously, “Mom, Can I ask you something?”

Me: “Love, you can ask me anything. Anything at all.” I brushed his hair back off his forehead and gave him an expectant smile.

He gave me a hesitant smile back, took a deep breath and asked, “In Star Wars, why do C3PO and R2D2 have to flee from Princess Leia’s spaceship?”

Sigh. Really. This is the hesitant, soul searching, quiet smile question to end our day? Where’s the after school special moment I was expecting? Where’s the bonding? Where’s the love? Damn that Star Wars.

I should have expected this after Saturday. I took Aidan to his classmates birthday party. We got in the car and I was excited to have a little one on one time with him. As we pull out of the driveway, he says to me: “I have an idea Mom. Let’s play a game where we each take turns and name each Star Wars character. Okay? You start.”

Grrr, sure, I’ll start. Mommy would LOOOOOOVE to pass the time naming each and every character related to Star Wars. I can’t imagine a better way to pass the time. Let’s just say that five minute ride to the birthday party felt like an hour. There has to be an end to this Star Wars obsession. HAS TO. But until then, May the Force Be With You. Amen.