Wishes

I was helping Alex in the bathroom today, and as we pulled his pants up he was muttering to himself.

"What are you saying?" I asked him.

"I just wish we could turn this into dirt," he said, gesturing at the floor. "Then I'd turn into a steam roller and you'd turn into a crane and Benny would turn into a cement mixer and Ethan would turn into a dump truck."

"What about Papa?"

"Ah, let's see ... he'd be a digger. And Yellow would be a fence."

And that would be a perfect world to a three-year-old.