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.