Apple Trees
One time in the flush of early spring, me and the little'uns were driving around town. The fruit trees had burst into froths of blossom and I was, in my heart, violating the 10th commandment to not covet your neighbor's plum thickets.
I voiced it aloud for the edification of the passengers. "If a genie popped out of this water bottle right now and gave me one wish, do you know what I would wish for? A whole row of apple trees all up and down the yard that bloom pink in the springtime."
A beat of silence, and then the five-year-old said in dubious tones, "...don't you think it would be better to wish for a clean house?"