Tricia puts the last of the laundry into the washing machine and starts it. She considers the bit longer wait for her friends to stay as toddlers to be a fair trade for her. Mika had been the one to dump juice all over their clothes.
But fortunately, she had found five adult t-shirts long enough to be nightshirts for them. Four of them were long enough for children to have as nightshirts. One was a man's shirt and seemed long enough to end just below the rear for someone of Tricia's current height. She placed all of them in a pile before concentrating with the ring.
With that all five of the toddlers including Rachel started to age.