When I was a little'un, Raiders was one of my favorite movies, and Indiana Jones was one of my heroes - the first "real life" one, in the sense of portrayed in flesh and blood rather than in ink and pencil. I really loved him (purely platonically ;) ). Raiders was also a major inspiration in my life. I still love the combination of heroism and humor that it handled so adroitly; Indiana Jones was at once the masculine ideal - strong, fit, tough, capable and (eventually) irresistible to women - but also was self-deprecating, silly at times, constantly put his foot in his mouth and got in over his head, and shrieked like a little girl when confronted with snakes. He was the perfect combination of ego and humility and on top of that, a good person and a real hero.
So yeah, I was psyched to see my son enjoying it - and not only that, but not getting scared at the skeletons or snakes or ghosts and exploding/melting heads. That shocked me, frankly, but in a good way. My little boy's growing up. :)
Anyways, done with my "chores" for the night, off to bed with me.