Star Wars is a deeply special thing for our nerdtastic family, going all the way back to my very first date with Jason. We love it. Insane for it. Get a case of the warm and fuzzies just from thinking about it. Despite having our young hearts broken by the prequels, being able to introduce our children to the original trilogy brought back the love and magic big time, every time.
(Ike, watching Empire Strikes Back for the first time last weekend. I've never seen him so blown away by a movie. When it was over, we said SCREW BEDTIME IT'S JEDITIME and let everybody stay up past midnight.)
So there was no way -- NO WAY -- I was going to let my stupid-ass eyes (stupid ass-eyes?) stop me from attending the early Saturday morning showing of Force Awakens we'd bought tickets for ages ago. I was 99.9% sure I was no longer contagious (no red/pink, drainage, swelling, just the residual blurred vision but even that's markedly improving every day) but took all the proper washing/sanitation precautions and was extra mindful about keeping anything from touching my eyes.
And it was wonderful. Just...all the wonderful things. I laughed, I gasped, I clapped, I cried, I caught each tear with an individual tissue which I then placed inside a plastic bag before re-applying hand sanitizer.
(Brief "is Force Awakens appropriate for children" sidenote: Depends. If your kids watch the originals, I'd say the intensity [both violence and emotional gut-punches) is on par with those. There was one moment that brought on some full-on ugly crying from Noah and Ezra, while Ike took it more in stride, or just didn't fully grok to what was happening. BB-8 is a goddamn DELIGHT and Rey is the most bad-ass female character/role model this side of Fury Road and I know MY five-year-old self would have gone insane for her. But still. There's like, war and blasting and death. It really depends on your kids.)
And then Ezra projectile vomited all over the theater lobby as we left.
By early on Sunday, he was up and perky and scarfing down pancakes. We gave him a full 24 hours before deciding to risk it and go run some errands, grab some pizza, then impulse-buy-tickets-to-the-one-non-sold-out-showing of Force Awakens because apparently the ONLY TIME we are Fun Parents is when it lines up with our own selfish Star Wars interests.
(Officially, we justified the repeat showing because the kids REALLY loved it but kept asking a million questions, but really it was because I overestimated the preview time, got stuck in the concessions line, received a text from Jason that IT'S STARTING!!!, abandoned my drink order, full-on SPRINTED back to the theater...and missed the opening crawl. So OBVIOUSLY, we needed to see it again to make up for this egregious injustice.)
And so we prepped the boys on the importance of NOT SPOILING the movie for anybody else in the theater and watched it again. And it was just as delightful and fun right up until the closing credits started, which is when Ike yakked up his popcorn all over the aisle.
Sigh. I'm sorry, America. We kept them all home after that.
(Still in the thick of it, having a sleepover on the couch with on-bucket-duty Mom, watching a lot of Bob's Burgers. Also not the most appropriate choice but it's BEEN A BAD MONTH YOU GUYS. I JUST CANNOT HANDLE THE FUCKING BUBBLE GUPPIES RIGHT NOW.)
(Much improved the next day, clearly excited that they managed to scam a day off from school without having to miss a single important second of Star Wars, TWICE.)
(Those are my boys! Way to time that virus. Good hustle.)