While driving three year old Cory to preschool this morning through a dense fog [which is how I feel I have been living my life lately ... in a dense fog ... but that is for another post], he and I had an interesting conversation about his wishes.
Cory: “I wish I could go to China.”
Me: “You wish you could visit China?”
Cory: “Yeah. I wish I could have a house in China.”
Me: “You wish you could live in China?:
Cory: “Yeah. I wish to do that.”
And as we continued driving, his wishing took a different course. He started talking about trash trucks and “trash ladies” and “trash men.” In other words, the people who drive the trash trucks.
Cory: “I wish I could have trash gloves.”
Me: “You want some trash gloves?”
Cory: “Yeah. So I can pick up yucky trash. With my trash gloves.”
Me: “So you can keep your hands clean?”
Cory: “Yeah. I wish to do that.”
I wish life really could be this simple.
