I am a Mind Reader
5yo Drake and I were walking home in a cold but lovely twilight last week. I saw and star and pointed it out to him, then taught him the rhyme:
Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight
I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.
He thought for a moment, asked to hear the “lyric” again, then said it and I told him to whisper a wish and not tell me, and maybe it would come true.
The next day, he repeatedly ran into the living room, looked around and announced, “Nope, my wish isn’t here yet.”
I assured him that wishes didn’t always happen, but they were fun to think about. Then I thought for a moment.
“Drake, did you wish that a Hot Wheels Triple Stunt Starter Set would appear on the toy table?”
Drake stared at me, frowned, then yelled, “You knew my wish!”
Much as I’d like to claim clairvoyance, he’s been talking about this toy since he got the Hammer and Hoop set in November, and he was disappointed not to receive it at Christmas. It wasn’t a great intuitive leap.
He saw a star again last night, and wished for something new. “It’s BIG, Mom!”
Today he’s mentioned it a few times, even moving toys around to create space for it.
I’m afraid to guess. I hope it’s not a puppy. Or a sibling.