Wishing

Mr. SP is licking his yogurt cup and says to me, “I really wish all the grass on the ground were green gummy worms and all the leaves on the trees were gummy vitamins, and in the winter it would be really great if all the snow was ice cream.  Then you could just stick your head over the edge of your sled when you were racing down the hill and slurp up the ice cream with your tongue.”