Deetoo Star Wars has been unleashed. No longer relegated to imprisonment in my study R2D2 and the rest of the toys from the Star Wars world have been given new life by my son, Tristan. He’s only 3 but he has gone crazy for the galaxy far, far away. Flying the Millennium Falcon on strafing runs in his toy room, mowing down invaders to the toy houses with their little people, he sees an entire world in the minds eye of his imagination. Does a father proud.

R2D2 is his favorite character by far.

“Deetwoo- Deetwoo- Deetwoo” he runs through the house screaming, waiting for us to turn on the newly released DVD trilogy. Pulling his D2 helmet over his head (an old large plastic flower pot) as he goes beep-beeping into furniture waiting for the movie to start.

There are those who probably think that three is too young to be watching these movies. Too much violence and all that jazz. If my alternative is Spongebob, the Wiggles or God save us all, Barney, I’ll take my chances with an Anakin wannabe.

Besides, who doesn’t like little Deetwoo.
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