Then Erika's mother knocks on the door.
"Erika, I'm home early. Do you want to go to the mall?"
Erika froze in place. She knew not to answer her mother, not with a little pip-squeek 5 year old voice. She also knew that if she didn't answer the door, her mother would open it.
Erika looked up at the bedroom door and waited for it to open up. She took the bottle in both hands and aimed carefully.
The door slowly opened. "Erika, are you...." her mother started to say but when she saw a small girl standing there, a bottle of something in her hand, she looked at the girl puzzled.
"Sorry mommy," Erika said and splashed the liquid all over her mother. It soaked her face and clothes.
Erika's mom looked at the strange girl with a comic look on her face, her mouth O-shaped, her eyes wide. She looked down at her self, then back up at Erika.
"What did you do?" she asked the little girl.
"You can be like me now," Erika said.
With those words, Erika's mom began to shrink. Her black skirt slid off her narrowing hips and the white blouse billowed out, the sleeves running down her shortened hands.
Her feet became too small for her black pumps and there was nothing to hold her back. She fell on her hands and knees. Erika's mom tried to wiggle out of her clothes but she was too tangled. It completely covered her dwindling form. In a few minutes all was left was something tiny moving around in the assorted items.
Erika went to the pile of clothes and slowly lifted back the blouse and there she saw was an infant. How old, she didn't know but a baby none the less.
"Oh my," Erika said. "You are a beautiful baby."
Then she heard more foot steps, heavier ones. Daddy was home.