I'm watching Star Wars for the first time with Penn. After the usual stalls--popcorn, dishes, drinks, cat shoo'd away from my spot on the couch--we finally started the movie. 10 minutes in, I took him in my lap. He was trembling, he was so excited. Teeth literally chattering.
We skipped some scary parts (aunt beru-bq, trash compactor), but now it's full speed ahead to the Thai fighters and that two-meter sweet-spot Luke has to hit to 'splode the Death Star. Penn is now on his feet and blasting the screen with his EZ-squeeze toothpaste tube squeezer.
The whole reason I've been putting this off, I realize, is me. I'm the precious one, not my four-year-old. Somewhere, it became important to me that he feel the sanctity of these movies... so I kept falling back on "he's too young." Today was one of those I-can't-believe-I'm-that-Mom days. Wherein I finally realized what a dork I've been. It's nice, sitting here and watching this clunky old movie with my kid. I'd forgotten how awesome, Alec Guinness.
Just now, from the couch--
Me: He shut off his computer, because he's using The Force! He's just using his feelings!
Penn: (holds up toothpaste thing) Did I break this?