"Wait," the former teen turned little boy says. "I have to think a moment."
"Well, don't take forever," you say. Then, an idea hits you. If you play this right, you might be able to swindle him out of his next wish.
"You know," you say, sounding exasperated. "I could be back in my bottle right now enjoying my privacy. I've got a comfortable bed in there just waiting for me, after all."
"Hold on!" he says in a whinny little voice. "I just need to figure out how to word the next wish right so that I get what I want. I don't want you messing with me again like you did with the last one."
"Hmpf, I take offense to that," you say. "'Messing with' you? I was only doing my best with what you gave me. Don't blame me for your sloppiness."
"Shut up!" he shouts.
You wait a moment and smile slightly as he is beginning to look even more stressed.
"So, are you going to wish or not?" you say. "Come on already!"
He shouts back, "God, I wish you would just leave me alone for a minute, so I can figure this out!"
You smile. That was too easy.
"Master, your wish is my command," you say and clap your hands.
"Wait! No!" he shouts, but you are already disappearing back into your bottle. Inside the bottle, you lie comfortably on your pink satin bed humming to yourself as you wait out a full minute. You feel such satisfaction for having tricked him again. It seems you are really getting the hang of this whole genie thing.
When the minute is up, you reappear in front of him. It's no surprise that he doesn't look happy.
"Well, that was pleasant," you say smiling. "Did you figure out your third wish?"