Matt swallowed hard. "Uh, Dad, how did you--how did you..."
Mr. Laird cold, steel-blue eyes glared at Matt. "I made a wish a long time ago that I'd know as soon as anyone tried using my wand"
Oh, crap, Matt thought to himself, a cold shiver running down his spine. What am I gonna do now?
There was a strained moment of silence. "Well," Mr. Laird said, his voice icy, "The first thing to do is take care of Brett." Brett looked up nervously at Mr. Laird.
"Brett, I wish you were your normal size, dressed, in your backyard, and have no memory of what just happened to you." Mr. Laird said gently as he pointed the wand at Brett. Instantly Brett disappered. A couple seconds later Matt and Mr. Laird could hear the sound of a basketball being tossed against the side of the wall.
"Now for you young man. I think you should see just how small you've acted. I wish you'd shrink Matt, down to...