Lately Juma's been thinking about how he's like his dad. He's excited about being able to grow a beard just like Justin. (Juma also wants to include me in the fun, but I declined to switch my female-hood for a beard.)
He's also been wearing Justin's baseball caps. (Justin's hats are such a item in his life that most people are suprised to see him without one. My first memory of meeting Justin features a Michelin Man hat.)
Today, he pretended he was "Dad" and Justin was "Son."
Juma: Want to play football, Son?
Justin: Sure, Dad.
Juma: Let's clean up to make room, Son.
Justin: Okay.
Juma: You clean up by yourself, Son.
Justin: Oh, let's clean up together, Dad.
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