While reading our bedtime story the other night, Tyler kept rubbing his eye. I looked and saw an eyelash had fallen out. I showed Tyler the eyelash on my finger. "Ty pinky?" he asked, holding out his pointer finger for me to put the eyelash on. He gave a little chuckle as he contemplated the tiny little eyelash on his tiny little finger. I told him we could close our eyes, make a wish and blow it away. His big brown eyes looked at me with interest.

So I grabbed his finger, told him to close his eyes, said outloud "I wish Tyler can sleep through the night," and blew on his finger. We opened our eyes and it was gone! At that moment I realized Tyler would likely spend the next half hour talking about what he just witnessed and asking me to do it again so I quickly went back to reading his book outloud. He started digging in his eye trying to figure out how to get another eyelash but thanks to the giraffes, elephants and bisons in the book, he fell asleep before he could give it much more thought.

This morning while saying goodbye to him at school, I saw another eyelash that had fallen out. I put it on my finger and showed it to him wondering if he would try to blow it away. He was far more interested in the orange slices and pancakes on his plate than he was on the silly eyelash on my finger.

My wish hasn't come true yet. I should have specified which night I wanted that to start.