Star Wars is fantastic for little boys. Or so I thought. Wholesome, teaches good values, what could be wrong with Star Wars? It seemed that of the many things my seven year old son could be obsessed with, this particular saga was a gem. It has it all- good vs. evil (evil may look cooler but the good guys win), action packed scenes easily replicated with a couple of used tubes of gift wrap (see? It even teaches recycling), a kicking soundtrack, and timeless toys that still make the big boys (that would be dad and the uncles) want to get down and play.

But there’s one other thing that Star Wars has that I’d forgotten about, that is until my son took a shine to Return of the Jedi. That’s right folks, Princess Leia in a gold bikini. (And here I was thinking his love of the film had to do with Ewoks.)

One day I found him staring at a Star Wars book with a picture of the scantily clad maiden. “You know, bud,” I said, “There are other pictures in that book. Maybe you should try turning the page.”

“No,” he shook his head without peeling his eyes off the page, “I like this one.”

My husband stepped up behind him asking, “What’s he staring at?” Followed by an,

“Oh,” and a “yeah.” Actually, now that I think of it, it was more of an, “Oh, yeahhh.”

Then came Uncle Ed, “Leia, looking good.”

And Uncle Chuck, who just giggled.

Not long after this incident I found myself in the women’s locker room with the little Star Wars fanatic changing after his swimming lessons. I was helping him put on his shoes and noticed him smiling. It was one of his happy smiles usually reserved solely for something pertaining to Star Wars. I glanced over my shoulder fully expecting to see someone with a Star Wars beach towel, but instead followed his gaze to one bare and rather large boob.

Obi Wan’s voice immediately sounded in my head, “That’s no moon.”

“Look away, son. Look away!” I cried, as if full frontal nudity would damage his retina.

Before the ‘moon boob’ sighting I’d never seen any bare skin in the locker room. In fact, I rarely ever saw women in their underwear. It was a very G rated locker room so I hadn’t thought much about bringing him in here. But now I knew that we’d have to start using the family changing area. I loathed the family changing area. The floors were wet and littered with slimy discarded paper towels. It was always steam room hot and reeked so horrible of mold and mildew that one whiff and I was sure mushrooms had sprouted in my nose. The swamps of Dagobah looked like a spa compared to this place. But the time for us to relocate had arrived, now that boobs were on his radar. It appears my young Jedi was growing up.