His Casablanca

We were all out for a walk the other weekend...

W: (to J, giving a quick burst of speed to the pushchair) Brrrrrr-eep!

J smiles

W: Brrrrr-eep!

J giggles

Me: That seems to keep him happy.
W: I know. I tried it the other day and it worked.
Me: Amazing because he only tends to laugh at the same things once.
W: It's all in the sound - different every time. (to J) Brrrr-eep!

J giggles again

Me: You sound like R2-D2.
W: I guess so.
Me: (wistfully) I had a talking model when I was a kid - I really liked that. He used to beep and then play Princess Leia's message: 'Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope'.
W: Brrr-eep! (J giggles) That's my boy!

Pause

Me: Wow, I just had a thought.
W: What?
Me: Star Wars was 35 years ago, right? That's roughly equivalent to what Casablanca was to us when we were born. Released in 1942, I think.
W: That's quite a thought.
Me: Is Star Wars going to seem that old to him?
W: It might. It'll help that it's not black and white.
Me: And it might not seem as olde worlde.
W: True.
Me: Makes you think though eh?

Pause 

W: We are getting old.