"I wish that all the football players were two-year …" I stopped. Nothing had happened yet in following the pattern of "I wish they were two-year olds," but I
didn't want to push my luck. "I wish each of the football players was transformed physically into the child he was at two years old-but leave each of their minds
intact."
Suddenly, the cameras were on the field, looking at the uniforms, with struggling lumps, and helmets …
I felt a pang. "I wish all the football helmets would disappear, and any injuries the players suffered from helmets falling on them, or any injuries they suffered in any
way while falling after being transformed, would be healed-and they have not suffered any pain."
I looked at the scene of two year-old boys struggling to get out of their uniforms, struggling …
A thought struck me. "I wish that each of the cheerleaders thought she was either the mother, older sister, or babysitter of one of the baby football players, and that
she feels very loving and protective of the one little boy she thinks is 'hers.' And I wish that no one within a five-mile radius of the cheerleader girls and the two
year-old football players will think there is anything unusual about this, or try to interfere in any way."
Suddenly, the naked cheerleaders' demeanors changed. Each one ran over and picked up one of the two year-olds. Each girl cuddled one of the baby football
players next to her breasts, held him up to her face and talked goo-goo baby talk to him, started tossing him up and down in the air, or started doing other baby
things with them.
"I wish that none of the baby football players will perform any bodily functions or vomit until I wish otherwise-and that none of the baby football players will be
uncomfortable or physically injured in any way because of this."
I enjoyed watching the scene for a little while-until a thought struck me. What about the cheerleaders at other football games, or any games, around the
country-around the world?!