Overheard at dinner Friday night...
Chana (7): Where's the wishbone?
Rivka (5): Chana, the wishbone is just a lie they tell us.
Chana: Nuh-uh. If you get the bigger part, it comes true.
Rivka: Well, on my first Thanksgiving, I made a wish, and still... NOTHING!
(She raised her fist to punctuate the "NOTHING!")
(Also worth noting - on her first Thanksgiving she was six months old.)