"I wish... for webbed feet"

Mom, Brooke and I were traveling down to St. George for some reason, I'm sure just to thaw out, but nonetheless, we were making that delightful 12 hour drive. I was driving, Mom was in the passenger seat and Brooke was asleep in the back seat. It was 11:11 p.m. so I announced, "its 11:11, make a wish." Brooke pops up from the back seat and say with a very profound, ready to solve the world's crisis, voice "I wish... for webbed feet." Mom and I started laughing so hard, I'm not sure how we did not wreck.