You look down at the page, and think, "Man, my mom expects me to do everything! I'm Not ready to be an adult yet!"
On a whim, you decide to write down a wish of an alternate reality.
"16 year olds have the same responsibilities and expectations as 1 year olds."
Suddenly, the world seems to ripple around you. You start to walk back to your mom in the kitchen. As you walk, you feel an odd bulk between your legs, accompanied by a crinkling sound. You pull down the waistline of your pants enough to see the top of a diaper. "Well," you think, "I guess 1-year-olds aren't responsible for controlling their bladder or bowels." You look around your room to see other changes. Your bed has become a large crib, because babies aren't responsible for keeping themselves from rolling out of bed at night. Your school backpack has become a diaper bag, because babies aren't expected to go to school.
You finally walk into the kitchen, and see a high chair. "Babies aren't responsible for feeding themselves, I guess." You think. You see your mom, and say, "Hi Mom!"
She looks up from her book and says...