This weekend was a surprising whirlwind of activity, especially compared to recent lying-about-groaning type weekends. I did find a shower venue, visit with family, and attend events and Noah squeezed in (without me! But with male relatives) a trip to a model railroad open house.
Good times had by all.
But then I got a really bad idea. Carl had let Noah watch a bit of the animated Clone Wars series, since Noah’s all hooked on lightsabers etc. Somehow I managed to talk myself into the idea that Star Wars: A New Hope would be okay to watch. I’m not sure why I overrode my better judgement (I’d previously thought the 7-9 range would be good) except maybe that I was getting worried that the ambient information was going to ruin it, or something.
Or maybe I just wanted to do something Special but was too lazy to really think things through.
Anyways, we popped popcorn and watched it. And Noah kind of hated it. He didn’t want to stop watching it, but the sandpeople scared him; we fast forwarded through the garbage compactor scene, and we spent a lot of time trying to reassure him.
You know? Star Wars IV is actually kind of violent and dark. I didn’t remember it that way, of course, especially in comparison to all the rest. But it is. And I’m really sorry I did that. Noah does not seem to have suffered ill effects except that he “doesn’t like the Star Wars with the PEOPLE in it.”
Oops. These calls are hard. Or maybe it’s more straight-up than that: I wish I hadn’t screwed up. The truth is I wanted to watch something I wanted to watch. Sigh.
