Sunday, August 22, 2010

August 21, 2010

Imogen:  Mummy, I see a shooting star so you have to make a wish.

Me:  Okay.  I wish for someone really wonderful to love.

Imogen:  That's a very bad wish, Mummy.  You have to wish for the princesses at the ball or the sun exploding.

Me:  Oh really?  I can't wish for whatever I want?

Imogen:  I don't make the rules, Mum.  I just tell them.

Me:  Okay, I guess I wish for the princesses at the ball.

Imogen:  I wish for some gummi bears.

Me:  What about the rules?!

Imogen:  Rules are only for mothers.

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