Wishful Thinking

The other day, Ella's preschool class got the chance to watch the university marching band practice on the day of a big football game. When I picked her up she was excited to tell me all about it . . .


"Ella, did you get to see a marching band today?"

"Yes! They were all girls."

"Really? No boys?"

"Nope."

"What did their uniforms look like?"

"They were all pink."

"Really. And what kind of instruments did you see them play?"

"They were all playing harps."

"So . . . you saw an all-girl, pink wearing marching band carrying harps?"

"Yup!"