May the 4th be with you! And may you find some life lessons in between the sabers and the donut buns.
Like almost every other kid that grew up in the 70s, I grew up with the Star Wars franchise. But as an adult woman, it was never much more than a first attempt special effects, kind of kitsch, kind of nostalgic bit of childhood. And then I went and had a couple of boys. My husband was practically salivating at the idea of watching (the original) Star Wars with our eldest son, and against my more maternal, Kumbayah attitude, I finally relented around age 4. And it’s been non-stop Skywalker/Vader/Kenobi/Rex/Palpatine mania ever since.
Star Wars is a big deal in our world. Like, really big. Conversation around the dinner table is often peppered with discussions as to which star ship is faster, better, cooler. We have what feels like an entire galactic fleet of Lego ships scattered around. And if you think Danish is a weird language, then you haven’t…
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