A Nice Mommy

You know those flowers that you are supposed to wish on, then blow and they fly off in the wind to make all of your wishes come true? James had one on our steps yesterday. He wished out loud and his wish was "I wish I had a nice mommy." I said "James, that isn't very nice at all. Do you really think I'm a mean mommy?" He said "Well (yes, he said well), you yell at me all of the time." I said "Do I yell at you when you are being a good boy?" To which he replied no. So I said "I wish for a good son." And off he went running and brought back two wishing flowers so we could both make our wishes come true!