You turn the phone over, "Ok but don't do something too big."
"Stop being so bossy," she takes the phone and looks at her options.
"The pajama clad children play with the phone."
She decides to heed your advice and go for a simple change.
"The goodnite clad children play with the phone."
She is surprised at the cold tiles against her feet and looks up to see you two are both only wearing disposable goodnites. She laughs at the site of her bossy brother in what amounts to a diaper.
"So what'd you change?" You ask not noticing anything obvious.
"We used to have black hair."
"Oh ok. Thanks for not doing anything crazy. What do you want to try next?"