Mommy, said my daughter, you forgot something.
What did I forget, sweetie?
You forgot to make a wish.
You are right. I didn’t make a wish when I blew out the candles.
I looked at the wavy candles, only six had come in the package, not thirty-seven. She and her brother started to lick the frosting off the bottoms.
Kissing her forehead, I told her, I guess I didn't need to make any wishes this year.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
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