This morning I found an eyelash on Karen's cheek, and was explaining to her that she could make a wish on it. Cuteness ensued. . .
Me: "Make a wish-- like, 'I wish I had a treat,'--then blow on the eyelash."
Karen: Very thoughful look
Me: ". . . or 'I wish my mom would play a game with me' "
Karen: Scrunched up face and a tiny whispered voice-- "I wish that my Prince would come."
Oh no, no, no. Do you think she would be mad if she knew that everytime I have a wishing eyelash, I wish for my children to stay tiny forever???
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