Me: Uhmmm. Just one thing? Jeez. That's tough.
The Kid: Just one.
Me: (Thinking of Wilhelm's wishing for big things -- don't waste your wishes on tiny things, always wish for Golden Wings!; and the old joke*): Ummm...okay, okay. I would make it so there was no religion and never had been any religion.
The Kid: --- --- ---
Me: See, because I think a lot of bad things have happened because of religion. And also lots of people use religion to excuse doing bad things. And even if some few good things happen because of religion, that's--
The Kid: I'd wish for there not to be any corn syrup.
The Kid: Yeah. That's what I'd change.
Me: So you could eat marshmallows.
The Kid: Right.
Me: --- --- ----
The Kid: Don't judge me! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO JUDGE ME!
*You know the old joke: This tenured professor of philosophy is working late one night far back in the stacks at Cambridge or Yale, I forget just where, anyway, in among piles and piles of books, and he reaches far back in the stacks and pulls out this jar. He dusts it off, and WHAP, out pops a Genii. "Dude," the Genii says. "TNX, I've been in there forever. You can have one wish--"
"One?" The professor interrupts. "I thought--"
"Dude, don't interrupt. You can have one wish: you have everlasting beauty, infinite wealth, or eternal wisdom." The Genii paused. "Choose now!" he hinted.
"Sublime wisdom," the professor said promptly.
"Done," said the Genii. "Deuces, dude," he added, and zap, he was gone.
About six minutes later, some of the professor's colleagues come along, and the professor is sitting at the table, his fists clenched, staring straight ahead of himself.
"Hey," they said. "Hey, what's wrong?"
He shook his head. "I should have taken the money."