Mike unlocked his phone and opened up the app and stared at the old sentence:
"I wish for a younger brother."
Well, he had certainly gotten that wish, though he hadn't really wanted one that was so much younger than he was. And yet the new memories of his now young adult life were beckoning him to come and try it all out. At the same time he couldn't just leave Taylor here by himself. However taking him with him would look weird--and he didn't have anything at his apartment to keep a two year old entertained--let alone what his roommates would say about it. Erica would likely coo over Taylor, like she had the other times Mike had babysat for his parents, but Rod would definitely find some way to complain, as he always did about Taylor. However, if Taylor was his own son, everything he'd need for Mike would be there, waiting for them at his apartment, and he could then ask for a "break" from Erica in looking after Taylor without needing to change much at all.
"I wish my younger brother was actually my son."
"Whadda doin?" asked Taylor, his speech seeming to be somewhat affected.
"Fixing things a bit. Make it easier for me to look after ya," replied Mike as he hit enter, and the sixty second count down began. Mike slipped his phone into his pocket before the countdown was finished and then scooped up Taylor. What Mike didn't realize is that he had paused the transformation by doing so. The countdown had to be witnessed to run its course.
"This change is just gonna be for a little while."
"What changing, Mike?" asked Taylor.
"Well... you'll see," said Mike as he balanced Taylor on his side and left the house. There was no baby seat in his vehicle, so Mike just took the one out of his parents' car and fiddled with it until it was secured in his and he could properly strap Taylor in.
"Where are we going?"
"Would you rather I just leave you here to be babied all day, buddy?" asked Mike with some brotherly annoyance.
Taylor shook his head, and kept quiet for the remainder of the trip. Mike didn't take his phone out of his pocket until he had finally managed to get up and into his apartment.