Driving home tonight from a supper out, the kids are in the backseat getting a little loud, but it's a happy, giggling, getting along together kind of loud. We manage to get them to quiet down a bit and they begin to look out the window.
A couple of minutes later, Ben says " Am I allowed to make a wish on a star?" We say "Yes, of course, you don't need to ask permission for that."
"Well," he says "I wish my name had a ' T ' in it"