A Hug For Star Wars

The Pre-schooler woke up with an agenda this morning.

“Dad, how big am I?” he asked, innocently, while we were getting him dressed for daycare.

“About this big,” I said, holding my hand up to his forehead.

“Big enough to watch Star Wars?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said. He’d been watching the Clone Wars and Rebels, and we’d been talking about finally watching The Six Movies, so the question wasn’t a big surprise. “We can start this weekend.”

“Why not this morning?”

“I want to watch them with you.”

He gave me that pleading crooked smile and eyebrow-raise he absolutely did not pick up from me, I swear. “Please… just a little.”

“Oh, all right,” I said with a smile, pulling out my phone.

He waited, all smiles, while I pulled up Phantom Menace and started it. I read the opening scrawl out for him, and we watched, sitting on the floor, side by side, eyes fixed on the tiny screen.

“Okay, kiddo,” I said after five minutes, shutting it off. “Time for daycare.”

I was expecting a why-was-the-video-turned-off tantrum. What I got was, he stood up and asked all serious, “Can I give you a hug?”

“Of course you can.”

He hugged me tight and said, “This is for my first time watching Star Wars.”

My heart just melted. How could it not?

Thank you, Star Wars.

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