Jim Laird went to the phone and called Paul DeSoto. When paul arrived, he was hesitant to tell Jim about everything that had happened, but Matt filled in the missing pieces figuring his Dad had already put most of the story together.
Paul remembered the wish on his balls and wondered if Jim was smaller than him or not. As he got closer to Jim, nothing happened...it was a good guess that Jim was pretty well endowed.
"Matt, I'll deal out your punishmment later," Jim said, "But, Paul, I'm not sure what to do about you. I could forgive the incident since you were under a spell, but now you know too much. I may have to wish away some of your memory over the last couple of days and just risk paying a bit of that price myself."
As Jim reached for the wand on the table, Paul DeSoto, who had gotten very close to Jim by this time, lunged forward and grabbed the wand.
"Paul! Put that down this instant!" Jim yelled at his neighbor. "I don't think so Jim," Paul said, "I can understand you're wanting to protect your secret, but no one is going to wish away any part of my mind."
Jim looked at Mr. DeSoto, "Paul, just hand it over...we can probably come up with a better solution." "You know Jim," Mr. DeSoto said pointing the wand at Mr. Laird, "It was pretty irresponsible of you to keep this where your son could find it. As a father, I would never do such a thing." Paul gave a mischeivious grin and a wink to Matt, "Jim, I think it's time to reduce your status as a father...In fact, I wish that Jim Laird were returned to pre-school age."
"Paul!, What the hell are you doing to me?" Jim yelled. Instantly he started to get shorter, his suit more loose as he quickly became a teen of 15. In moments he was down to 13 and feel the puberty reversing in his body. Soon only a ten year old boy in clothes much too big for him stood in Jim's place and then it went even quicker...9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4. Jim Laid stood in his kitchen with shoes and socks swimming around his feet. His pants and boxers in a heap on top of the shoes and the little four year old man standing in just his huge shirt, coat and tie.
Mr. DeSoto smiled and looked at Matt, "So...what do you think of your Dad now, Matt?"