Overheard at the dinner table

First, an unpaid product endorsement: The Kaboost has changed our lives. The Kaboost is basically a booster chair, but it's not a seat. It raises the chair from the floor a few inches so a small child can sit at the dinner table with the rest of the family. This is the single-best children's product I have bought that worked as it was supposed to and solved the problem we were having.
Our problem? Mealtime mayhem. And it's over. My kids now sit and eat. Dylan, who needs help getting down from his boosted chair, even asks, "Mama, me be 'cused, pease?" when he is ready to leave the table.
And tonight, before the boys asked to be excused, we had one of those priceless conversations that I quickly made notes of, so I could write it here, and then reread when they are teenagers and I need a boost myself. It went like this:

Blake: Mama, if we had a lamp with a genie in it, and you got three wishes, what would they be?
(Yes, we've seen a lot of Disney's "Aladdin" lately.)
Me: I would wish for someone to come to our house every day to fix our dinner, so I didn't have to cook and could play with you instead.
Blake: What's your second wish?
Me: I wish we could go to California for the whole summer.
Blake: What's your third wish?
Me: I wish you and Dylan and Daddy would be happy and healthy until you lived longer than 100 years.
(Wishes not listed in any particular order, of course.)
Me: What would your three wishes be?
Blake: I wish today were Valentine's Day. I wish I were controlling a remote control helicopter with two rotors. And I wish I were the best photographer in the world. I will take the world's best pictures. All the other photographers will be my followers.
(Awesome!)
Me: Dylan, what would you wish for?
Dylan: 'Copter with remote control and two rotors.
Me: OK, what else?
Dylan: 'Copter with two rotors!
Me: You get three wishes. Do you wish for anything else?
Dylan: Remote-control fire truck.
Me: One more.
Dylan: A prince.
(OK, maybe too much "Aladdin.")
Me: You want to be a prince?
Dylan: No.
Me: Oh, what do you want to be?
Dylan: I want to be Dylan!

Good. I want you to be Dylan, too. And Blake can be some sort of photography-cult leader. I'll be very proud of you both.