My eldest daughter found a coin and I said that’s a lucky coin and she asked if she could make a wish and I said yes.
The six-year-old said she wished everything was magic.
“What do you mean?”
She told me that if everything was magic then we wouldn’t have to do anything. The broom would do the sweeping for us and the kitchen would do the cooking.
“With a snap of your fingers like this,” she said, snapping her fingers, “the computer could write stories for you and our toothbrushes could brush our teeth and the beds could make themselves and the toys could put themselves away.”
She paused for a moment and then said, “I’m going to throw my lucky coin in the fountain because then it will be even more lucky and then maybe the house could fly and we could go wherever we wanted with a snap of our fingers.”
I said, “Come on, let’s get down to the fountain.”