Eliot tonight, lying in bed, gazing happily up at the Stormtrooper mask in her hands:
"I love Darth Vader. He is so powerful."
She then gently touched it to her forehead, "like Boba Fett when his father is killed."
She then proceeded to try to use the Force to make me read her her book a second time. Even though that failed, she then decided she would use it to ensure that I gave her chocolate every day, a privilege she believed she "won" in a competition on the stairs (half-way up, crying out "Whoever makes it to the top of the stairs first, gets chocolate EVERY DAY! .... I made it! I won!").
I'm afraid she is being seduced by the Dark Side of the Force.
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