If I had a box just for wishes.

It’s after midnight new years day.

S is delirious with lack of sleep. We’ve been working on his lego kit for an hour and a half.

He says sleepily, “What time is it?”

I look up at his clock and respond, “Well, it’s 12:53 on your clock and your clock is 23 minutes fast, so it’s…12:30.”

He looks at me with quiet wonder and deadpans in genuine awe, “Mom. You did the first math of the year.”