Last night around 9:30, a howl went up from Elijah's room.

"MAMA! I need you to cover me up and rub my back!"

Regina was otherwise occupied, and also immune to this stay-up-for-five-extra-minutes ploy. Then:

"I have to tell you something important!"

This went on for a few minutes, and he kept repeating the "something important" bit. Finally, I went into his room.

"I want mama."

"Mama is unavailable."

Elijah accepted the situation, so I put a blanket over him and rubbed his back.

"So what was this important thing you had to tell us?"

"I was wishing and wishing, but my wish didn't come true."

What was this, an episode of Full House? Anyway, I asked,

"What was your wish?"

"I wished I had all the ice cream."

"That's a good wish."

"Maybe when I wake up in the morning, it'll be in the freezer, and then I could sit at a table in the freezer and eat the ice cream all day."

"Maybe," I said.

And then I started laughing. He also started laughing.

"I'm very funny," he said.

"Don't get cocky, kid," I replied.

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