what happens when the wishbone breaks down the middle?
that's just what happened today. rarely do i have the chance to make a wish and pull one end of the wishbone anymore -- a thrill generally left to my childhood during holidays when big, fat turkeys graced the table. nowadays, my nephews and nieces get the honor, though some part of me still longs to grab one end, squeeze my eyes shut, and yank!
so today, when Cara presented one of these treasures, i jumped! we took a few moments to make our wishes. we decided to make generous wishes that each included both of us. we wrapped our pinky fingers around one end, pulled, and ...
...it split down the middle! what does that mean??? as a child, things were one often way or another. as an adult, things are more complicated. but does this reality have to also taint the wishbone pull -- this uncomplicated corner of childhood? or is there another explanation?