"Tricia," A voice came from behind her. Tricia was playing with Padma, the three year old cheerfully enjoying the dolls.
"It's about time for you to leave for the evening. Your mother should be here soon." Padma's 'mother' had stuck her head into the room briefly before leaving.
Tricia blinked for a moment and mentally went 'oh crap'. Padma's 'parents' thought she was too young to babysit. And she had a mother, maybe her daughter Terri.
If she left Padma this age, Padma could be a three year old for quite a while until they saw each other again. But Padma really wanted to be this age all night.
"Okay easy fix." Tricia concentrated and the fifteen year old slowly aged a few years. The eighteen year old looked down at her more mature figure and saw there was an overnight bag in the room.
"I talked to your mother Tricia." Padma's mother apparently hadn't remembered the last conversation. "She is okay with you taking care of Padma all weekend."
"That's good."