Licking the popcorn residue off her fingers and sighing happily as the credits rolled, she looked over to him and asked, "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a kid again with the knowledge you have now?"
He thought for a minute, tapping his bottom lip with his index finger before replying, "No, not really. But it's an interesting idea."
"What age would you wanna go back to?"
She answered immediately, "The age of 10. To when John was still alive. Just for a day. Just to hug him one more time."
"It's always amazed me the moments that sear into your memory. There was this one day when we were supposed to be getting ready for church. Joe and I got into a fight while brushing our teeth and my toothbrush punctured the back of my throat."
"What?!" he exclaimed, sitting up on the couch and leaning towards her. "Did you have to go to the hospital?"
"Yeah. Stitches. Hot young doctor." She giggled. "Ridiculous that a 10 year old would notice that, but I did."
"Dad wasn't too impressed though. We were always getting into trouble for fighting." She paused for a moment, remembering.
"But what I remember the most was him taking us to Beacon Hill Park to have a picnic with KFC. And me having to swallow. Wanting to just eat the coleslaw or pudding or something, and him making me eat chicken."
She leaned back on the couch smiling wistfully. "Yep, I'd find myself a fortune teller, make a wish and go back to being 10. I'd tell him I love him and just sit and snuggle for awhile."
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