Today, as we sat in
Washington Square Park — mere meters away from a dachshund hootenanny — a young boy came up and spoke with us. Without any hesitation, he commented that
Laila looked like
Yoda. Anna said, "We think she looks more like
Salim than like Yoda. Does he look like Yoda?" The boy looked at me, feeding Laila with a bottle, and decided: No. But: "Cute baby am I" he answered, and then tenderly touched Laila on the back before running off to join his mother further along the path.
