Wishes and wands

My goddaughter, Madison, is probably the cutest kid I know. She's 5 and is a spit fire. She keeps me on my toes. I adore her and she adores me. So, I wasn't really surprised when I arrived in Wisconsin on Wednesday morning and my mom told me how excited Maddie was to see me. My heart was warmed and I couldn't wait to see her. That's when I found out what was waiting for me.

"She thinks you're her fairy godmother and she's been saving up her wishes," my mom told me. "She said you had to have a wand. So, grandma and I went to three stores looking for a wand. We couldn't find one, so we made one." That's when she handed me the homemade wand...a long wooden stick covered in iridescent ribbon with more ribbon tacked to the top. It would suffice.

I walked into my uncle and aunt's house and was immediately attacked. "Christopher! My fairy godmawter!" Maddie cried out in her own special language. Man! I love that kid. She asked me about my wand and I showed it to her.  I waved it around a couple of times with great flair. When I was done she asked me if she could see it. I told her that it only worked if you really, really believed. So, she solemnly took it from me and waved it around. She put it down to her side and looked to her left and right as her little face fell into the most pathetic and heart wrenching expression. "It dawsn't worrk," she said. "Sure it does," I told her. "No. If it does, where's my hawt tub? I believed wreally haard."

It took everything in me not to burst out laughing. She truly believed that the wand would bring her a hot tub. I later learned her other wishes were a gold limo and a mansion made of gold. Oh my....I love my little Maddie. She's magic.