… your son comes out on to the back porch to ask you what you’re doing.
And, when you tell your 6-year-older that you’re wishing on a star (which, I actually do every night),
…he’ll tell you that you’re not wishing on a star. And he’ll say,
“Mom, that’s not a star. You’re not wishing on a star, you’re wishing on Neptune, which is easily confused with the Morning Star or the Evening Star. It’s okay, a lot of people do it.”
… and you smile.
And tell your boy to find a “real star” to wish on.
And he does.
And we do.
And my wish has already come true.
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