Wherein We Make Communal Wishes

Billie picked up a dandelion. She put it to my lips and said, “Make a wish, mommy!”

I obliged.

Billie: “What did you wish for?”

Me: “I can’t tell you- then it won’t come true.”

Billie: “No. I don’t like that.”

Me: “What do you mean?”

Billie: “If you don’t tell people what your wishes are then they can’t help them come true. You have to tell people what your wishes are. People can only help if they know.”

Screw the superstitions. I like her logic way better.

Wherein We Make Communal Wishes