I was out and about the other day with our three oldest boys when we decided to stop for ice cream. The only problem was that I wasn’t sure if the place that we were headed for would be open on a Sunday (it’s a Mom & Pop drugstore with an ice cream counter in the back). Our eight year old responded by saying “I’m crossing my fingers and hoping that they’ll be open.” Our six year old chimed in “I’m crossing my fingers, too.” Bringing up the rear, our four year old offered up the following… “I’m crossing my fingers and my eyes. I sure hope they’re open so we can get some ice cream.” This was made all the more amusing by the fact that he wears bifocals, and actually does cross his eyes whenever he takes off his glasses and tries to focus up close. Oh, and they were closed, so I guess crossing your eyes for good luck doesn’t do much good.