While driving to some friends' house for dinner on Sunday, Henry wanted to pretend our SUV was the Millenium Falcon. He's obsessed with Star Wars, if I haven't mentioned.
His words to us:
"Daddy, you be Han Solo. Mommy, you be Princess Leia. And Harper ... you can be Chewbacca."
Visions of how Henry will "play" with his little sister now dancing scarily in my head.