Earlier this week, Spike or somebody was showing Star Wars (Episode IV) on the TV.

It was right about at the scene where the troops jumped into the trash compactor.

I left it on for a bit, until about when they all got into the Millenium Falcon and escaped the Death Star. Then we had other stuff to do and I turned it off.

While it was on, my five year old son Alex watched it with me in fascination.

When I turned it off, he asked me, “Daddy, what was that movie?”

I told him that it was Star Wars.

He asked if he could watch the whole thing. I said yes, of course. But later in the week we’d sit down and watch it together.

All week, he has been locked on the concept of watching the movie. He gets ideas in his head sometimes, and he remains pretty fixated on them.

So this morning, I was not surprised when he woke up out of bed, climbed into our bed, and asked “Can we watch Star wars together now?”

Well, of course we can.

I have all the movies, of course. Sadly, I have the Special Edition tapes of the original films, so Greebo shoots first in my version. Sucks.

But I realized that I hold an amazing power in my hands.

I could decide for my son how he would experience Star Wars for the very first time.

I could show them to him in the order that I watched them growing up myself, Episode IV - VI, and then I - III, or I could let him watch them in sequential order.

I made the decision FOR him that he would watch them in the same order I did. This morning, he saw Star wars in it’s entirety for the first time.

I have taken upon myself an awesome responsibility. I can only hope that time will show that I was wise in the decisions I have made.

Time will tell.