“Mommy, I need to take a quarter to school tomorrow.” Five-year-old Giovanni’s eyes were dancing when I picked him up from aftercare that day. “Why?” “So I can win the unicorn.” Between Giovanni and his twin brother Angel’s kindergarten-speak explanation, I learned the following: Their school was holding a raffle to raise money for the annual Halloween carnival. One of the items was a stuffed unicorn. “Tell me about the unicorn.” “It’s beautiful, Mommy. It has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. And I love it.” “That sounds beautiful. Do you understand how a raffle works? There will be a lot of tickets and only one gets picked. It might be someone else’s ticket that gets picked.” He nodded. “I’m going to win. Because I love it.” I remember my deep inhale and exhaled sigh as I helped him into the car. I silently lamented that my version of Life’s parenting manual lacked a section on how to support a hopeful kindergartner through the harsh reality of a school