Wearing nothing but a diaper, sweatpants, and a shirt with Thomas the Train on it, Jonathan stood in his room shocked at his brand new situation. “How can I be a toddler?!? That’s impossible!” He told himself. He paced around the room trying to figure out what caused it.
“Maybe a desire to go back and see my mother? No that can’t be it, I’d be a toddler years ago! Maybe I’m a late bloomer and my family can do this? No my father would have told me and used his power to play with me as a kid! Fuck what made me young!”
He looked over at the stuffed dog. Suddenly a lightbulb appeared in his mind. “The dog!” He realized. Walking over to the dog, he investigated it for anything that made him a toddler. Any magical writing, a secret toddler turning gas compartment, or even if his stuffed dog was alive and could do magic. None of these things were the answer. He suddenly found something between the tags. It was another tag, one that read: Sleepy Buddy ™ Special Order: Jonathan’s Goldie
“Sleepy Buddy? Like that stuffed animal thing kids are getting? My Goldie was not a sleepy buddy! He was custom made by my mother!” He sat there, looking at his dog. The fur was ragged, just how he liked it as a kid. He hated soft and fluffy stuffed animals, but ragged ones he would kill for. He remembered his father tell him stories about how Jon cried for weeks because Goldie was missing. He had to sleep with his father until he was almost 3. Everyone tried to replace Goldie with similar designs or other stuffed animals, but none of them were Goldie.
His Golden retriever stuffed animal was picked up, and squeezed as Jon left his room. “It’s going to be ok! Just tell him you are Jonathan and that you need help! He can tell your father and he will pay people to find a cure!” He thought.
Thomas was still eating breakfast, but he was also on the phone. His coos and lovey dovey talk meant he was talking to his girlfriend. Jon needed one person at a time to find out about him.
Running back to his room, he sent a text to Thomas. “Come to my room! Help! Just you and no one else!”
Jon could hear Thomas slam his phone down and run into his room. “What’s wrong!” He shouted. He came face to face with Toddler Jonathan, who’s only response he could think of was “hey!”
After a long talk including freak outs, diaper check interruptions, and hair ruffles, Jon was able to explain the situation as best as he could.
“So you’re a toddler?”
“Mhm”
“And you think it’s because Sleepy Buddy sent you an exact replica of your stuffed animal made by your mother?”
“Oh 1000% yes!”
“Well, time to think of a reasonable excuse as to why you’re here!”
“Yeah, we can’t have everyone we know find out I’m cursed with youth!”
“Well first we gotta get you some diapers and clothes! Do you think your dad can pick you up and you stay with him? He is rich, so you could have some top notch curse research people if those exist.”
“Yeah, but I don’t know if I’m ready for that! I can’t invite him and be like ‘daddy look! Me big boy go boom boom!’ " he said in a babyish tone.
“Well, in the meantime, a big boy has gotta eat!”
Jon agreed and two went back to eating. Thomas’s girlfriend was still on the phone, and when he came back she bombarded him with questions.
“Yes honey, Jon is alright! Yeah it was that thing I told you about! Yeah I know poor him! He said he could ask his dad to help him find the sender and they’ll figure out what to do from there! Ok I got to go now! Bye! I love you too!”
He hung up the phone. Jon stuffed his face with pancakes and bacon. Thanks to his smaller stomach, he couldn’t eat all of his food. When Thomas came over to clean his area, he realized the mistake of letting a toddler eat on his own. All over his Thomas shirt were Syrup stains. He forced Jon to take off his shirt and proceeded to clean him up of any syrup.
After that, he cleaned the shirt as best as he could, but it was visibly dirty, so it was forced to be put in the wash.
They couldn’t have a shirtless toddler go into the store, so Jon was forced to wear one of his old shirts. Thomas tied the bottom into a knot so it wasn’t hanging at Jon’s ankles, and the two got ready to deal with the store.