“I, kind of want to be younger.” I said with some embarrassment.
“You want to be younger?” My mom parroted back.
“Only for the week, think of it as like me taking a vacation from being a teen.” I said.
“Oh okay,” my mom said, “So, how young do you want to be?” My mom asked.
“I want it to be a surprise; can you two wait downstairs?
“Sure thing,” my mom said, though she seemed a little excited. “Oh and son.” “Yes?” I replied. Mom pulled me into a hug again.
“Thank you for the youth.” She said. Mom then let go and walked out of my room with a spring in her step.
“Wow,” my dad said, “I have not seen my wife that energetic for a long time. You did good son.”
“Thanks,” I replied. Dad then left my room after that.
Now I wondered how young I wanted to be. I could become 12 and become Rachel’s fraternal twin, or I could become 10 and be the middle brother, or I could be 8 and be Rebecca’s fraternal twin, or maybe I could be 6 and be the younger bother to both my sisters. While I wanted to be younger, I had no interest in being a baby again.