She loves that thing.
She loves Chewbacca.
Recently, we went to Disneyland and guess who had to come with us...Chewbacca of course. He was helpful, I must admit, he carried Rachel's sweatshirt, stocking hat, and water bottle.
All day long she talked about him. "Chewbacca's hungry". "Chewbacca's legs are tired". "Chewbacca doesn't want to ride that ride". Thus I give you this blog post...