The Wishing Well Of Three Year Old Saints

Being a parent comes with a couple of tricky issues. Not the least of which are questions from your spawn for which there is no answer, or at least no answer for which you have prepared. Tonight the first big one was sprung on me. I had no answer - turns out I didn't really need one.

As he and I went through the bedtime ritual, the Boy sat on my lap. He snuggled in close to me and after a moment he asked, "Daddy, how do wishes come true?"
I was stumped. "Well it just happens I suppose," was the best I could muster.
"Do all wishes come true?" he queried.
"No, only some wishes."
"You know what I wish?"
I braced myself.
"I wish you could go to the store and I could go with you."
"That's all?" I asked.
"No," he said, "I also wish I could give mommy a flower."
"Well, little man," I said, surprised by the crack in my voice, "those are good wishes. I think there's a good chance they'll come out alright."
"That would make me happy," he said and kissed me goodnight.

Happiness lessons from a three year old.