Once upon a time, I shared a common bond with my son — our love of all things Star Wars. He was somewhat of a fanatic and while I had always been a fan of the movies, his passion for the Star Wars universe (starting at three years old) ignited my own. We watched the movies together, we played with the toys, we read books, we talked about the stories endlessly. Everything was Star Wars. There was a point where I don’t know which of us was more excited when a new toy came out. This was in the 90s, when they re-released the trilogy in the theaters and there was a Star Wars revival ahead of the three new movies. So the toys and clothes and accessories were everywhere and lord did I indulge. My kids had everything Star Wars. One year they even had a joint Star Wars birthday party, complete with a Darth Vader visit (who did the limbo with my mom) and life sized Boba Fett cutout that I kept in my living room for months after the party.