My daughter, son and I sat down for a meal. We had the fancy plates out and I lit some skinny little candles. Sometimes my daughter, Coco, is afraid of fire. For awhile, she´d refuse to be around when a candle was lit. Then, she´d manage to bear the flame, but would insist after 10 seconds:

O.k. That´s enough. Now you can put it out.

Well dinner went on splendidly. My son Addison (he´s the one with Down Syndrome) ate a few spoonfuls of green stuff. And, Coco nibbled as she´s prone to do.

Before we were completely finished. She stood up and walked over to the candles. Thirty minutes had passed.

I want to blow out the candles.

Make a wish I said.

She held her hair back and blew.

As she walked back around the table she said

I wished for Addison to walk.