Magic Eight Ball

My daughter discovered the delights of a magic eight ball at Fred’s this weekend.

She handed it to me and said, “Ask it a question, Mommy.”

Hmm. “Will Daddy win the lottery?”

I gave it a good shake.

“Yes, definitely.”

She jumped up and down, the deliciousness of our secret coloring her cheeks rosy pink and firing the innocent light in her eyes. “Ooh, don’t tell Daddy! He’ll be so surprised!”

While shaking his snow globe…

I know. It’s white cotton candy. Chopped up.

 Yep. I think that’s how they do it, Mommy.