Sunday, January 03, 2016

Aw, he spent his shooting star on me

Today at one point I was surrounded by 13 or so excited and shouting children. It was my fault—I was teaching them games—but the fact I could be surrounded by the noise and movement of a pack of kids and not run for the hills was a big win.

As we were driving home theboy said he was glad his wish came true. He'd seen a shooting star and wished that I would get better. 

When I was his age I saw shooting star and wished for any and all Star Wars merch to be given to me, stat. In fact, two of everything.

And he blew his wish on wishing me well.


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