All the while I am working, Hailey is coming and going, not actually engaging in their childish play. She is more interested in helping me with my project, and I am most grateful for the assistance. Now that she is a grown-up, (I know, she's ten, but don't tell her that!) she wants to hang with me a little more. She likes to cook with me, and talk to me as if she's a peer, instead of the fruit of my womb.
"Mom, why do guys (when did we start calling boys that???) always talk about Star Wars? It's all they are interested in. I think all guys only ever talk about that."
I don't tell her what I'm thinking. I just smile a little smile and nod my head.
"Someday, when you are much, much older, you will be glad to know what guys are interested in. You will know something they know, and will have something to talk about. And they will be in love with you because you have something other than Barbie and Hannah Montana inside your pretty little head," I'm thinking.