happy new year! now make a wish...

Tonight at dinner we dined on our favorite rotisserie chicken from a local restaurant.  Towards the end of the meal I saw the wishbone on Scott's plate so I picked it up and showed it to the kids. Briefly, I explained the process of breaking the wishbone, stressing several times that it's strictly a superstition, but that it might be fun to try it.  Especially on New Year's Eve.

So I told the kids to make a wish. And then I strategically gave Zuzu the bigger half.  (Gage, if you are reading this ten years from now, I'm sorry.  You are clearly stronger and more competitive and I had to give the poor girl a fighting chance.)

So they grasped and they pulled.  And they broke the wishbone.  And Zuzu, surprise!, ended up with the larger half.  

Immediately we began reiterating that it's only a superstition and that doesn't mean that either wish will or will not come true.  Then Zuzu giggled and said, "Oh, mine won't come true.  My wish was just a fairy tale."  And then she proceeds to tell us her New Year's wish.

"I wished that Ariel was my Mommy."

Nice.

So I turned to Gage to ask him what his wish was. "I wished that our family would have two hundred billion dollars (or some absurd number like that... I don't remember exactly).

So I took the larger part of the wishbone from Zuzu and gave it to Gage.

We all laughed for a quick bit. No one took any of it seriously as I was afraid they might and Zuzu accepted the smaller half of the wishbone for her fairy tale wish.

When the giggling subsided I asked Zuzu, 

"If Ariel were your Mommy, then who would I be?"

"An old lady"

Nice.

"How old?"

"Oh, about twenty"

So, the family would have two hundred billion dollars, Ariel would do the actual parenting, and I could just sit back in my twenty year old body and observe?  Well, hell, Happy New Year to me!

But seriously folks.  From our dysfunctional family to yours I wish you a happy and healthy new year.  And as a wise friend just posted on Facebook, "I wish you enough".