Isaac, wistfully, shopping at our favorite children's consignment store: "I wish I could have all the toys in the world."
Then, in response to my grouchy reply about having to clean up the house: "I wish toys did put themselves away."
Me too, baby.
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Isaac, wistfully, eyeing his bag of remaining Halloween candy: "I wish candy was one of the foods that was good for you."
Me too, baby. Me too.
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Isaac, wistfully, watching the tiny children at our library's Baby Storytime play with toys he was forbidden to touch: "I wish I was growing younger instead of older."
Not me! I like him just the way he is.
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