Maya, playing outside this spring.
Yesterday, Maya and I were playing in her closet and it became evident just how much her brother rubs off on her.
"Maya, this could be your secret hideout," I told her.
"It could be a rocket ship," she exclaimed. "We could blast off."
Without pausing, she said: "I know, we could play The Clone Wars. I will be Luke The Skywalker. Who do you want to be?"
I suppressed my giggle at "Luke THE Skywalker."
"I will be Leia," I answered.
"Ok, blast off," she announced and for the next five minutes, we played Clone Wars and Guillermo wasn't even around. He was at a friend's, playing Star Wars no doubt.
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