More than three years after leaving the evening news desk, it still feels like a novelty to have evening hours free. My nights used to be consumed with preparing for and delivering newscasts. Now, I have a precious little window of time to breathe, or dream, or think. So I decided to try something new. Every night at 10 p.m., when the kids are in bed (hopefully) and I have a moment to myself, I\u2019m going to make one wish. Out loud. I don\u2019t have a magic wand to make my wishes come true (yet), but I think this will give my ever-spinning brain something new to chew on. I have my work cut out for me based on the \u201cwishes\u201d that have been popping into my head so far: -That my kids would never utter the words \u201cI\u2019m hungry\u201d within 10 minutes of clearing the dinner table -That an angel would appear and restore dignity to youth baseball complex restroom facilities -That I would either find the perfect figure-flattering-but-not-\u201cMomfrumpy\u201d swimsuit, or stop caring -That the mind-blowing physician scientists I meet at Riley Hospital who are trying to cure pediatric cancer had UNLIMITED funding. The list goes on, but I have to start somewhere. Since humor is my lifesaver on long, tough days of juggling, I\u2019ll start with this first wish: that I had a video recording of my all-time favorite kid curse rant. It was a warm, spring day, and my now-9-year-old daughter Clara was about 3 years old. She saw me in the yard digging up dandelions and begged me to stop. \u201cNo, Mommy! Don\u2019t hurt the pretty yellow flowers!\u201d I had to set her straight. \u201cI know they look pretty, but honey, these aren\u2019t pretty flowers \u2013 they\u2019re YUCKY WEEDS called dandelions, and we need to get rid of them so they don\u2019t kill the grass.\u201d She looked unconvinced, so I got a little more demonstrative with my trowel. \u201cBad flowers!\u201d I yelled at the yellow blooms as I dug them out with vigor. \u201cGet out of our lawn!\u201d Clara started to see the light. \u201cI want to get a tool too,\u201d she told me, and headed into the garage with determination on her face. The kid came back in 30 seconds, not with a little shovel, but with a large hammer. She got down on her hands and knees next to me, and started pounding the life out of a dandelion. Then, she opened her sweet little 3-year-old mouth and let out the worst string of curse words she could think of \u2013 IN RHYTHM with the hammer. \u201cSTU-pid, DAM-mit \u2013SH!&-lions!\u201d Yes, girl. That might be the most perfectly profane phrase I\u2019ve ever heard. It rung loudly in my mind earlier this week as the gardening trowel burned a blister into my right hand during my latest dandelion attack. I couldn\u2019t resist muttering it out loud a few times as I tore up the weeds. The neighbors might be worried about my mental health, but it felt awesome. I\u2019d tackle a whole field full of the vile weeds in exchange for today\u2019s wish: video evidence of my girl\u2019s now-infamous dandelion curse.