Claire is 7 and says some far-out stuff.
Studying me intensely: "Dad, you have Luke Skywalker eyes."
To Carter: "I feel like playing by myself. Do you want to play with me?"
"We’re up all night for good fun, we’re up all Mexican lucky."
Randomly rolls down the window and yells into heavy traffic: "This is not an urban community!!!"
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