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I was defending a robbery case in court when I stood up and said, "Your honor, my client is definitely guilty." The courtroom erupted and laughter. Someone yelled, "What is this lawyer saying?" And my client's head snapped towards me. I was sweating buckets because there was only one explanation. That morning, my stupid son had blown out his birthday candles and wished for just one thing. My dad can't lie for the whole day. And now, because of that stupid wish, I was going to lose this case and end up jobless, unless I somehow saved my reputation. The judge leaned forward. "Counselor, would you like to rephrase that? I opened my mouth to fix it." But what came out was, "No, your honor. He did all of it." My client yanked my sleeve and whispered, "Fix this." Or else, my jaw clenched harder and harder every second. But then I got a brilliant idea. I call my own client to the stand. He walked up smiling because we'd plan to feed him easy questions. So I looked him in the eye and asked the first question, "Where were you that night?" He leaned into the mic, all relaxed, at home, sleeping, like I told the cops. But my mouth suddenly interrupted. "No, you weren't. You told me you were at the jewelry store where the robbery took place." The courtroom laughed again, and he gripped the stand. "Who's side are you on? Yours." That's the sad part. I clamped both hands over my mouth, and tears fell through my eyes. I leaned in for my last question. "You cracked that vault in four minutes all by yourself, right?" That's when my client shocked everyone and shot up so fast his chair flipped. "Four? No, that's wrong. Three minutes. I cracked the vault in three minutes. Put some respect on my name." The whole courtroom froze, and even the judge's mouth fell open. My client slapped a hand over his own mouth. That's when it hit me. My son's wish had somehow rubbed off on him. The officers grabbed him, and as they dragged him out, he yelled, "It was a class four vault. Put that in the record." The door slammed, and the judge slowly took off his glasses and looked right at me. In 30 years, I've never known anyone pull the truth out of a man like that. "You're the best lawyer I've ever seen. The gallery broke into a clause, and the prosecutor slid me his card." "Call me if you need a job. I stood there grinning because my son's wish had both destroyed and saved my reputation."