Wednesday 20th April 2011
Whenever we had roast chicken, as a kid, my Dad would take out the wish bone for my sisters and I to pull.
We would put our little fingers around each prong, close our eyes and pull. If we got the big bit we got to make our wish.
Since then I’ve loved the idea of the wish bone and wholly believe that when you make a wish on a wish bone it may come true.
As I get older it takes me longer to think of the wish. Making the wrong choice could mean I become a millionaire but my family has bad health.
I forwent the honor of sharing the wish bone and gave it to Zeph and my wife to do.
“Can I make two wishes?” He asked eagerly.
“No, only one.”
“Ooh!” Came his disappointed reply.
“I don’t make the rule, and the rules are one wish.”
He reluctantly hooked his finger around the bone and pulled.
“I’ll give my wish to you.” My wife graciously offered.
He smiled and took the bigger bit.
“Close your eyes and make a wish.” I said.
He closed his eyes and wished.
“What did you wish for?” I immediately asked.
“I’m not gonna say…” He said. “…but can I have two wishes?”