Luke and Lorelai are close enough for him to babysit Rory whenever she needs now because they've known each other for like, three years and Rory's never been a hassle. She's working on a homework assignment, a passionate essay about something she feels strongly about. She's putting her little eight-year-old heart into it, writing heaps about feminism and equality. "I'm going to be a journalist one day," she tells him confidently as her number two pencil bobs up and down, and he doesn't doubt her for a second. She gets quotes from women around Stars Hollow and spends hours at the library as he reads old newspapers and he's never been so proud of anyone in his entire life, not even when his fifteen-year-old sister pushed out a baby during her Science lesson. When she's finally done her essay, she shows it to him, sort of like she's seeking his approval. His heart stops beating for a second when he sees what she has written down:
Barbie should come with a White House, not a Dream House.