But it occurred to Jon: Anything he would do would be something he knew was a wish. He could wish to be a millionaire, but it wouldn't feel the same as if he had really become a millionare instantly--it would always be in the back of his head that he cheated reality to get it. He could become incredibly handsome, but he'd know what he had done--it wouldn't feel like it was really a part of his life.
Except it was a wishing stone, after all. If Jon wanted to wish up something and surprise himself with it, he could. He had just learned that he could put limits on wishes ahead of time.
"I wish that when I make my next wish I'll forget it and this wish, and never even think of reversing it... until two weeks have passed, when I'll regain my memory and be able to reverse it again."
Then Jon thought hard. There was one more thing he needed to consider: did he want his wish to suddenly happen, or did he want to have always been like that? It would be the difference between suddenly getting rich, and remembering he had been rich all his life. He could wish for either type of thing.
Finally, Jon decided. "I wish...."
Then Jon sat there with his mouth open. What was he doing? He was going to wish something, but he couldn't remember what. Of course, for the next two weeks he wouldn't....
