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ON ONE OF THOSE DAYS when he really felt like daydreaming, Mary’s dad suddenly said, “I want to win the lottery.”

Mary’s mom, with a thoughtful look on her face, said, “Of course you do. And I want to move to a house with all the latest comforts …”

And Mary, who sat at the table reading a book, piped up, “And I want to be Philberta!”

Her mom and dad, immediately forgetting about driving a Ferrari and hiring a butler, turned around to look at Mary as if they were looking at a small, mad and revolting alien.