Chana (7): Look! A falling star*! Make a wish.
Rivka (5): OK.
Chana: What did you wish for?
Rivka: I can't tell you or it won't come true.
Chana: No, I can help it come true.
Chana: I just can.
Rivka: I wished that Daddy and Mommy would let me do whatever I want, that I could get a new teddy bear, and a Polly Pocket.
Chana: OK, that's never gonna happen.
*it was just an airplane, but who's counting?