Jamie grinned. "Well, Jeff, I know you're always busy with college and your friends and everything, but I got to say - as your mom, I barely know you. Every time I think of you, it's 12 years-old Jeff again, just wanting to play outside and watch movies all day long."
Jeff looked at his mom. He couldn't deny she was right - he barely knew his mom too. In fact... this was true for his whole family. He spent so much time with his friends and his studies, he haven't even noticed how much his family was distant from him. He grinned as well. "What were you thinking, mom?"
Jamie smiled as she heard his response. "Well, Jeff, I was thinking - how can we get to know each other closer? Then I thought..." His mom's eyes sparkled. "How about you'll be our dog, Jeff?"
Jeff looked at his mom, confused. "Your... dog?"
"Our family dog, Jeff. Think about it! You won't have to worry about going to college anymore, so you'll stay at home - and as a dog, everyone will love to spend time with you. I know you haven't even talked to Emma (=Jeff's sister) in a week!"
Jeff's face turned red in shame. He really did just forgot about his family, huh? Well, he can do the least to try to establish his relationship with his family members the best.
"I can see you're thinking about it, Jeff." His mom looked at him with caring eyes. "It was a mere suggestion, you know. But I do think it'll be fun for all of us."
Seeing Jeff was still hesitating, she smiled at him. "Oh! I know! How about we let you decide any little detail on your device? To ensure your time as a dog won't be... sufferable or anything?"
"That... hmm. You know what?" Jeff returned his mother a smile. "Yeah, it sounds alright. So I'll pick what breed of dog will I become?"
His mom nodded. "Yes, Jeff. And mostly everything else... though I'd like to choose some details myself."
Jeff shruged. How bad can that be anyway?
"Sure, mom."
His mom smiled, a bit of mischeif in her eyes. "Good boy, Jeff. So, how about we start working on the details?"
***
After some thinking, Jeff returned to his room and opened the Chronivac, He called his mom over.
"Well, Jeff?"
"I'll do it. I want to work out the details now, mom."
His mom grinned, and took the Chronivac, opening it. She looked at the list.
"Let's start with the basics. What breed of dog do you want to be?"