Expressing our personalities

Noah: Mommy, there's a wishing well.

Sam: That's not a wishing well. It's just a plain well for getting water. Right, Mommy?

Mommy (trying to disarm the conflict, maintain egos and stay the hell out of the middle): What would you wish for if it were a wishing well?

Sam: A bubble gum ice cream cone with rainbow sprinkles.

Mommy silences a retching feeling.

Noah: Just Gramma.

Aidan: A star.