Chip loves Star Wars. Whether or not this is an appropriate movie for a two year old is beside the point, I’ve been told. John loves it too, and that is what counts. Right?
And yeah, I am SO eating my words right now. I am well aware that I have been complaining all over the place about Chip turning everything into a gun. I lamented about how he doesn’t watch anything but PBS, so how could he even know what a gun is? Like, it must be those other boys from the pool!
So, John and I are messaging today:
Sara: What did you rent at Blockbuster?
John: Chip and I watched Star Wars. He loves it.
Sara: Uh… (thinking WTF?)
John: (unaware of his wife’s stupor over his choice of viewing material for her baby boy…) There’s this part where a bounty hunter tries to assasinate Princess Amidala by letting poisonous millipedes into her room.
Sara: … (again thinking WTF?)
John: Chip looks at me and says….That’s gerstusting!