Tricia smiled confidently. "Lucky number seven," she said as she turned the card to show Samantha the seven of hearts.
Samantha giggled. She turned her card so Tricia could see that hers was the seven of spades.
"Oh, you little cheater!" Tricia joked.
"You're the one who shuffled the cards," Samantha shrugged innocently, handing her card back to Trish. "I think this means I get to call the shots."
Tricia put the cards back in her purse, then took out the remote. "Yes, it does. What can I get for you today, miss Samantha?" She held the remote like Mel would hold her note pad at the cafe, complete with the gesture of her right hand holding a pen, waiting to write down an order.
"I'd like my real age back, please," Sam said in the sweetest little girl voice she could muster. It was frighteningly convincing.
"Eighteen, coming right up," Tricia responded. As she prepared to restore Sam's original form, however, an idea struck her. She'd promised to make her eighteen again, but she hadn't said anything about making other, non-age-related changes. She began to brainstorm some possibilities, looking for something fun and surprising to catch Sam off-guard. Inspiration finally hit, and she began rapidly punching the buttons to program the remote once more.
"What's taking you so long?" Samantha complained. Her foot was tapping audibly on the ground.
Tricia finished her work and prepared to hit the execute button. "All set. Ready for this?"
"You bet I am!" the six-year-old said. She bounced slightly by lifting her heels in girlish anticipation.
"No, I don't think you are," Tricia mumbled.
Sam gave a confused look before the remote's zap blinded her.