Just as the words “make a wish” come out of my mouth, Lila* walks into the living room with the cutest kitten I’ve ever seen cradled in her arms.
“Oh my goodness! Speaking of kittens, look Mom!”
“Here’s a real live one,” Shirley joins in.
“Would you like to hold the kitten Patti?” Lila offers.
“Oh, look at the kitten, I don’t think it should come,” Mom sounds worried. She’s not afraid of the kitten, she’s afraid of hurting her.