I blame Dr. Seuss.
It’s a belief that solidified in my head after all the rhyming, the fish wish dish stuff.
I was easily influenced by rhyming things. My mother says I used to try to put a hat on the cat and cry when he wouldn’t wear it.
(My mother can’t stand Dr. Seuss. Or Curious George, but I never cared much for him either, with that weird yellow hat guy.)
I don’t try to force fedoras on kittens anymore but that dish wish thing stuck in my mind.
It stuck without the fish, and with a technicality: you have to break a dish to make your wish properly.
I know it sounds silly, but broken dish wishing works.
Though it means I constantly have to stock up on dishes.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.