Mary focused as much as possible on the ring rather than the Babysitter or Tricia. If she lost focus again, she would never regain it and they would be stuck as toddlers.
In a minute, Mary aged to four and then five. Just those few years helped her focus so much. Keeping her thoughts on track went from nearly impossible to difficult. She stood up and went over to where a shirt had been dropped on the floor.
Mary ignored the sounds of Tricia being really unhappy at being changed. The shirt was long enough that it dragged on the ground. Maybe she can pull it up slightly and pretend to be a princess. . . no she's got to focus. She became six, then seven, then eight. The shirt went from dragging to almost down to her ankles.
She could tell that the BabySitter was done changing Tricia (Mary was going to have to apologize a lot for that) and was coming back.