Wishful Thinking

One evening while babysitting my youngest niece Marypat, she started to beg me to go to the park.  The sun was setting, and as hard as I tried to explain to her that it would be dark soon, she continued to plead with me, “you don’t understand, please take me to the park”. I gave in, and we walked a few blocks to the local park.  Marypat pulled me along the whole way glancing up in the sky and heeding me to go faster and faster.  When we arrived at the park she ran to the tallest slide, and wanted to go up on the top. Marypat was only about 4 at the time and there was no way I was going to let her go to the top of the slide by herself. Well, stubborn women run in my family, and she convinced me to let her go up alone, and she promised me that she would be really, really careful.  She reached the top of the slide and I noticed she wasn’t sliding down. I called up to her to see if she was o.k. and she yelled for me to move away, I was too close.  She just stood there, and then I noticed her looking in the sky.  Finally, she found what she was looking for, the first star of the night, she looked up at that star and with all the faith she could muster, she said “twinkle, twinkle star, I wish I may, I wish I might have a fairy godmother so I can make everybody else wishes in the whole wide world come true”.

Out of the mouths of babes