Payton's school playground is covered with dandelions. (And those spiky brown balls that fall from the trees and really really hurt when a sneaky little 4 year old classmate of your daughters hurls one at your face.) On our way to the car, Payton has to pick one and make a wish. Every. Single. Day.
Today she was looking for the fuzziest dandelion while I chatted with another preschool mom. As we said our good-byes, I walked toward Payton and I overheard her wish.
"I wish I would stop snoring every night."
I plucked up one of those fluffy weeds and very quickly wished (begged) "I wish Brad would stop snoring every night."
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