Baby Bruce just stared at Andrew wide-eyed. His once little brother now towered over him like a giant. Andrew smiled and picked up his naked baby brother out of his too-large clothes piled the floor and held him up in front of him.
"Well, Brucie," said Andrew. "How do you like being a little baby? I bet your girlfriend wouldn't be so hot for you now, eh, big guy? You really ought to listen to me more often when I tell you things."
Andrew was loving this. Here he was holding his once tough-guy older brother in his hands as a naked little baby. He could only imagine the humiliation that Bruce was feeling to be at the mercy of his 12-year-old brother.
Bruce started to cry. He couldn't help it. Being only 1 year old meant that all of his emotions were much stronger and harder to control. He wailed and wailed.
At first, Andrew thought it was funny to see his brother crying. But then, he realized that the sound of a baby crying might draw attention to the two of them.
"Whoa, whoa, shhh," he said trying to console Bruce. "Easy, easy. Just be quiet. I'll get you turned back to normal, okay?"
Bruce just kept on crying and wailing miserably. Andrew set his brother down on a chair and rushed back to the machine. Quickly, he dropped in another quarter and in a moment he was holding a fresh wish card in his hand.
Andrew hesitated a moment just as he was about to wish his brother back to normal. Did he really want his brother back to normal? Or, did he want to change him some other way? As much as he wanted to ponder his options, he knew that Bruce's crying would get someone's attention any moment now. He had to think fast and make a wish now.
"Okay," Andrew said. "I wish..."