Suddenly I noticed that baby Joe had a ring on his finger, and that it was sized for a baby's finger. Boys his age--well, his previous age--hardly ever wear rings. Could the ring grant wishes?
"Joe," I said "Does that ring grant wishes?"
"Yuh." He gurgled in reply.
"But now you can't make a wish, and you can't return to your original age?"
"Yuh."
"OK, here's what we'll do. Give me the ring and I'll change you back. Then you can have it back."
Baby Joe shook his head.
"OK, have it your way. In a few years, you should be able to speak a wish again. Hope you enjoy toilet training!"
Joe's eyes popped open. He reluctantly removed the ring from his finger and handed it to me.
Excellent.