"Seriously, Dad?" my baby asked me, exasperated. "People are actually legitimately upset about Disney buying Star Wars?"
"Seriously, baby." I replied, mashing up a banana in a bowl. "It’s not being received well, generally."
"Oh come on!" my baby cried. "It’s not like the last three movies were any good, amirite??"
"You’re completely right, baby," I nodded.
"And really, if we’re splitting hairs here," my baby continued, struggling valiantly against his high chair restraints, "Return of the Jedi wasn’t a real standout either."
"I don’t know if I agree with you on that one, baby." I tried to stare him down over his bananas. "Fans have a lot of good memories of that one."
"Dad!!" my baby yelled. "That dance? At the end? With all those Ewoks? Undignified!"
"Ok, ok baby." I conceded the point.
"And also, Star Tours has been at the Disney parks since the late 80s, DAD!" my baby wagged his finger at me.
"Honestly, baby, how do you know that?" I asked him quizzically. "You’ve never been there. And you’re also a baby, you wouldn’t be able to get on the ride."
"Oh my god, Dad, you don’t remember that time??" my baby started whining.
"…No. You’ve never been. I would know." I said firmly.
"NOT THAT, DAAAD!" he insisted. "That time I put on that hat, and you and Mom started laughing and said I looked goofy, and I didn’t know what that meant, so I looked it up on Ask Jeeves, and it said I was a weird anthropomorphic dog-thing, and I was SOOOOO upset??"
"I fail to see what this has to do with Star Tours, baby," I admonished him.
"Well…" said my baby, tugging on his ear for no reason, "..after that I kind of got stuck in a Wikipedia hole about Disney attractions. I KNOW YOU KNOW HOW THAT IS, DAD."