M wanted to throw a penny into the fountain so when we arrived there I exclaimed, "Make a wish!"
"I wish I will be a mother."
"Oh, honey, that was very sweet." C was stalling and had given up on catching up to us, so I gave her the penny that was meant for him. So she made another wish:
"I wish I was a baby again."
Flipsides of the coin there, babe. But you can always wish...