Three Wishes: This didn't go as planned!

Chris

Chris was sleeping, so I didn't see him until the next day.  I had been planning on rising at nine, but it was noon or so when Chris' fuzzy head poked through the door of my room.  He was tall for a one year old, well, one and three quarters really.  His head was just a little lower than the knob on my door was and he could reach up and turn the knob if he wished-- an enormous problem for Kate.  His eyes blue eyes glinted from his face like embedded gems.   

"Abe!"  He smiled wide, baby teeth a gleaming white.  "Abe-uh, Abe-uh!"

I sat up.  "Hey Chris."

Chris was like a cat, he preferred calm folk, almost to the point of facing down indifference.  So Chris climbed up into my bed and snuggled up next to me.  "Abe-uh."  He said seriously.  "Who's Jeanie?" 

"What d'ya mean?"

"Who's Jeanie?"  He tipped his head to one side.  "Why's here?"

"I--"  I didn't know.  Jeanie wasn't even really her name.  Who was I bringing into my family? 

Chris patted my arm.  "Is okay."

I smiled wanly.  "Thanks."

Chris yawned and snuggled closer.  We stayed that way for awhile.  I wasn't watching the clock that ticked behind me.  My eyelids were droopy.  When Chris got up, so did I.  We padded into the kitchen, where Kate and Jeanie were making lunch.  Kate was practically sparkling, laughing at something Jeanie had said.  

Kate turned to us, still smiling.  "You woke him up."  She told Chris.  "Good job." 

"I was already awake."  I complained.  "Mostly."

Jeanie wasn't looking at me.  Was there something wrong?

"Oh-- I know!"  I said.  "After breakfast--"

"Lunch."  Kate corrected. 

"--Let's go to Ireland!"

Jeanie smiled.  She still wasn't looking at me, though. 

Kate picked Chris up, who was looking at me curiously. 

"Irlind?"  Chris asked. 

"It's another country."  Kate explained.  "Because of Jeanie, we can go places fast now.  But don't tell anybody, okay?"

Chris nodded. 

Jeanie frowned slightly, but still didn't speak. 

I walked over and put my face in her line of vision.  "Is something wrong?"

She laughed, blushing.  "No."

"Does it have something to do with what you were thinking about last night?"

She stuck her nose in the air.  "That's none of your business."

I pulled away from her face.  "Okay."

She smiled, looking at me once more.  "So, Ireland?"  She asked. 

"After lunch."  Kate said.  

"Breakfast."  I corrected.