Buffalo Gals Won't Ya Come Out Tonight

Maya is sitting at the table eating a cookie when she hears Adam bellow from the bathroom upstairs, "I need a TOWEL!" Maya, like a fireman hearing the alarm, drops her cookie, literally falls off her chair and goes running. This is her favorite job in the world, and sadly, it's a job she gets to do frequently.

"I coming, Bruder! I coming!" She tears up the stairs, which is hard to do when you have size 2T legs and arrives at the linen closet a little out of breath but ready to do her duty.
"So, Bruder, I got pink. You like pink?"
"Maya, I don't CARE! Just get me a towel!"
"I also got green. You want me a get you a green?"
"YES! Get me green. I'm freezing."
"What bout stripes? Stripes be good?"
"MAYA!"
"O.K., I get a green."

Then she stands outside the bathroom door, just out of reach of the dripping-wet arm that's extended from the doorway. She's like a miniature George Bailey with the white robe draped over his arm saying to the quivering rosebush, "Hmmm. This is a very interesting situation." This girl knows when she's got a captive audience.

"Bruder, why you not look first?"
"Maya give me the towel NOW!"
"You cold?"
"Someone! Help me!"
"O.K., O.K. Here da towel."

Then she swaggers downstairs to finish her cookie. It's not often that a 3 year-old girl gets to lecture her 14 year-old brother and live to tell the tale. She's found a good gig and since her brother continues to leap before he looks, it's a gig I think she's going to have for a long time. Now she just needs to sing, "Aaaannnd dance by duh light of duh moon..."