“I wish I had a million wishes,” I said for my first wish.
The genie turned around with a malicious smile on his ghostly head. “I cannot grant that wish,” he replied with an equally evil look on his face.
I thought and thought for a wise wish and then splurted out, “I wish you will grant my first wish,” in what I thought was a “wise” tone.
“I cannot grant a wish that wishes that another wish is granted,” the genie called back with the same evil voice.
I knew my last wish would work. I wished the genie would grant my second wish, but he declined again.
For being too ambitious, all I got were three wasted wishes.