Proof that my 5 year old is far too acquainted with modern media:
On Monday he's walking around the apartment with the little ones, all armed with swords or lightsabers. "we're playing fires of the doomed."
The next day, it was the same. Armor, helmets, the works. So I ask. You playing Fires of the Doomed again?
We played that yesterday Mom. Now We're playing Fires of the Doomed II.