Last August, when Sam and I were looking through pictures of the first winter we lived in New York, he wondered why we didn't ever get 'big snow' anymore. That year we had two huge storms within two weeks.
He wished, out loud, that we could have another 'good winter' this year.
I guess I should start having him say blessings over lottery tickets.
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Can you have him wish for it to be summer?
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