Jeremy woke up first and walked as fast as he could to Ryan, hoping that a simple touch would magically turn them back. However, to his disappointment, nothing changed. He looked down at himself and then at Ryan, realizing they were still adorable, slightly athletic 9-year-old triplets.
Despite the initial frustration, Jeremy considered that growing up again might not be that bad. They could be the clever kids in their class, but a thought crossed his mind – what about Jared? Would he be as intelligent as they are now, coming from the same family? It might seem a bit odd with two out of the three triplets being geniuses and not the third.
As Jeremy pondered these thoughts, he looked down at his sleeping brother, not even certain if it was Ryan or Jared. The beds seemed indistinguishable, but in a strange moment of clarity, he somehow knew it was Ryan in front of him. It seemed they could tell each other apart, even in their 9-year-old forms, creating an unusual sense of familiarity.
Deciding to wake them up and make the most of the situation, Jeremy smiled mischievously and jumped onto Ryan, embracing the playful spirit of their younger selves.