A Little Star

Do to some recent furniture rearranging in the living room (to accommodate the Christmas tree), Max and Molly have been enjoying sitting and looking out our front window. Tonight before bed, Max was sitting there gazing outside, and I asked him what he was doing.

"I'm wishing," he answered.

"Oh? What are you wishing on?"

"Just a little star."

For some reason, that just made me tear up -- I don't even know what put that into his head. Little does he know that he's a wish come true all by himself ...