A while back Huck told Troy he was ready to watch “Star Wars” and told me he was ready to read “Harry Potter,” something we’ve each been anticipating since learning I was pregnant.  About a week after the movie viewing and three chapters into The Sorcerer’s Stone, Huck was scared to go into his room alone, begged to sleep with us, and became obsessed with his own death.  He then announced that from now on we would only watch shows without killing or fighting in them.

Maybe we’ll wait till third grade to give Star Wars and Harry Potter another try.

(He did, however, choose to dress as R2D2 for a friend’s “Come as Your Favorite Character” birthday party, so all is not lost.)