“How’s my little Samantha?” a voice coos. Samantha looks up. Noah has returned and is a fully grown man. He picks her up and squeezes her diaper. “Still dry, good girl!” He carries her over to a playpen. “Daddy will be right back, okay?” Noah sets her down in the playpen.
Samantha can’t help but note that Noah is incredibly attractive as an adult. An idea springs to her mind. She removes her pacifier to better speak.
“I with Noah wath my huthband,” she lisps. The world spins around her. Suddenly, all the toddlers have been returned to adults. Samantha notes to her relief that she seems to be an adult again. Like she had hoped, the ring made everyone an adult so that she could be married to Noah and still a year younger than the youngest person at the party. But she wants to avoid being stuck in a playpen again, so Samantha makes another wish.
“I wish for this party to be over.” Noah comes over to her and kisses her on the cheek.
“Hey, babe, it looks like things are winding down. Ready to go?” he asks.
“Yes,” Samantha says, relieved. She follows Noah outside, congratulating the apparent birthday girl. Noah leads her to a car that must be theirs. He opens the passenger side door. Samantha gets in, smiling at him. He really is quite handsome.