Chloe asked me the other day if I could have one wish, what would it be?

 
It’s so cliché but I think as you get older, when you have kids, your wish-list changes from wanting the best clothes (that one never happened though my grocery store is offering some pretty smart transitional pieces) or annual spa vacations or perfect legs or to be able to get all of the tomato sauce to come out of the jar perfectly after you tip it upside down when the lid is loose but then the sauce burps its way out onto your white shirt and you curse the pasta your kids begged you to make. Sigh.

 
Without hesitation, my answer was simple and honest, “My wish would be for my family to be healthy and happy forever.”

 
Chloe nodded. It was as though she knew she should think about what I had said, try to make sense of it and see if maybe her wish would suddenly change.

 
She said, “Mommy, do you know what I would wish for?”

 
World peace? The end of hunger? Equal pay?

 
“My wish would be this.”

 
I’m listening.

 
“So, my car seat would have a pocket on each side. The one up here (taps right shoulder) would have a slot where a tiny puppy, oh so cute puppy would pop out and I would say, ‘Hello my cutie-pie’ and I would pet him. Then, this side over here (taps left shoulder) would have a kitten pop out and I would say, ‘Hello my cute-cutie’ and I would pet her and then they would pop back inside. That’s my wish.”

 
Huh, almost the same as mine.