Dustin said, "You're on Ty. Come on 1!"
He rolled a two. His face fell, he was sure he'd get a one.
"Okay, Dustin, time to pay the piper. Roll the second die."
"One, one, one!" shouts Dustin rolling.
"Six," says Ty.
The other guys move closer to watch Dustin lose six years.
"So I was 16 this morning, that means I'll be 10 again," Dustin said
unhappily crossing his arms. He shrugs, "Maybe that won't be so bad."
"Uh, I didn't say each number equaled on year did I? I just said each
die number equaled the change in years as you regressed and you
couldn't regress before your birth. Did you really think you would
end up an age between 10 and 22? Why then did I say you couldn't
regress before birth?"
"I thought you meant on repeated tries. If I was 10 and rolled a six,
I'd be 4, but if I rolled a six again...well then I'd be negative two.
Isn't that what you meant?"
Ty just grinned. He may or may not have meant that originally. Now he
wanted Dustin to wet his pants, and the easiest way to make that
happen was to say, "Sixteen divided by six equals 2 and 2/3's."
"Oh, know not that!" pleaded Dustin, "I don't want to be a toddler
again."
Especially since both he and Ty knew that Dustin hadn't been properly
potty trained until kindergarten when he was nearly five.
Ty watched as his foster brother's head became rounder and his head
shrank below the level of the cards. Dustin's clothing morphed as he
got younger remaining age appropriate.
"Hey, why are his pants so big around the middle?"
"Dude, that's a diaper!"
"Oh, man, Dustin's in diapers?"
"Hey, if he does number one or two. I'm not changing him."
"He's Ty's responsibility. Ty can change him."
"I already did. Now who's next? Pick a card, any card!"