a lttle boy! Dreading what he would see, Jim stepped out of his much-too-big shooes and made his way to the wall mirror, his pants and underpants falling off. It didn't matter - his T-shirt hung off him like a bathrobe.
"Oh, no!" The child reflected back at him was maybe six or seven years old. He stared at the goofy hair cut and frowned. Seven. He'd gotten a lot of ribbing about his mom's attempts to cut his hair when he was in Second Grade. No way he was ghoing to have to go through elementary school again! He needed to get that balloon!
But how? Maybe if he climbed up on the bed... Jim blinked and rubbed his eyes as the NFL logos on his sheets seemed to blur. When everything refocused, The football team crests had changed into the characters from The Incredibles! He'd had those sheets back when he was 9 or 10! Confused, he looked aournd and saw his schoolbooks ont he desk blur, then reform into fourth-grade versions. What was happening?
He scrambled up on the bed and then stepped up on the dresser, hoping he could reach the balloon on the bookcase next to the dresser. The models and sports figures on the bookcase shelves blurred as he made his way over, becoming toy cars and some stuffed animals. The room was starting look like it had a few years ago.