"Shooting stars are really just rocks, aren't they?"
"Yup," says Daddy.
"So rocks can grant wishes?"
Charles turns to me.
"Someone," he whispers, raising his eyebrows significantly in Madam's direction, "Is desperate to see a shooting star so she can make a wish on it."
"Yeah," pipes up Miss Princess, "So I can wish that you two weren't so bossy and angry all the time."
"Bossy and angry, huh?" I ask.
"Uh-HUH".
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