We can pretend that airplains are shooting stars...

Whew! This brings back a very old memory. My granddaughter is 23 and when she was eight years old she made a wish on a shooting star. After a minute, she said That was really my lucky star. My wish came true already. I asked her which one. She pointed and said that one right up there. I grinned at her and said, that's an airplane. She wasn't upset at all, she merely replied. Then it was a lucky airplane. I asked what she wished for. She said I wished for a cuckoo Nana, and here you are.