Keiko thought carefully. SHe always wondered what it would be like to have a little brother to boss around. She didn't want one too close to her age, she saw how boys her age acted, and she didnt want one way too young who would be a whiny brat. Eight seemed like a good middle number so she made it eight.
"I wish Daddy was my eight years old little brother and remembered being eight years old. I wish everyone remembered him being eight, and that his clothes would change with him. I also wish he wouldn't be a brat and would be a good little brother!"
The ring warmed and Keiko watched astounded as her father shrank in the chair, his feet leaving the floor as his clothes shifted around him. He was now wearing a pair of bluejeans, a t-shirt with the Master Cheif from Halo on it and blue sneakers. His nose had rounded and he now had a missing front tooth, but he was the perfect vision of a eight year old kid of Japanese descent.
The boy didnt pay any attention as the changes happened, or the boring figures and facts on his screen transformed into a video game. He kicked his feet, paying no attention to her as Keiko giggled.