Making a wish
April 27, 2008
Last week when I went to open the kitchen window for the first time this year I discovered two wishbones that I had saved from recent(ish) turkey dinners. I had put them up there to dry and apparently get very dusty. The kids were excited to finally make their wishes.
They squeezed their eyes tight. My 3 yr old son wished for a “big bike” and my daughter wished for a puppy.
Then she realized that she was left with the short side of the wishbone.
Luckily her brother loves her, more than he loves his wish. Or possibly he has no idea of what exactly a wish is. In any event he handed her his half of the wishbone.
“Here, you can have my wish.” he said.
And just as my heart was exploding in a million pieces, my daughter looked up at him and yelled, “BUT I DON’T WANT A STUPID BIKE!”
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