"Get your your shoes on, we're going to McDonalds." I yelled from the bedroom. (yes, I take my kids to McDonalds. RARELY. Tonight is one of those RARE occassions. Let's move on.)
"REALLY?" my daughter squeaks from the living room.
"Yep." I toss back.
"Are we really going to get a new dog?" she asks as I enter the living room.
I stop, blink. Blink again. "What?"
"You said we were going to get a new dog." says the anticipatory daughter.
"I said we were going to McDonalds".
"Oh." The weight of Wishful Thinking in one word.
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