Wish Come True

Tristan and I went for a walk today. At one point, he stopped. "Hey, look! A dandelion!"

He picked it and, after a brief pause to think, blew, so that all the little white seeds went floating through the air.

"What did you wish for?" I asked.

"I can't tell you, or it won't come true."

We resumed walking. Then he said, "Well, I guess I can tell you, because I think I've already got it."

"Okay. So, what did you wish for?"

"A good, happy life."

Tristan, a few months ago.