~Wishful Conversations~

While walking to the park today, Eamon insisted on bringing his life-sized Nerf battle-axe...

Mark:  "Eamon, hurry up!  Why do you keep falling behind?  You need to walk with your mom and I."

Eamon:  "I'm chopping down the flowers that we pass by, but just the white ones."

Me:  "The dandelions?"

Eamon:  <ominously> "Yeah, so no one can make wishes on them."

Me:  <sigh>  "My son the wish-slayer..."