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He kept the pair of Sesame Street undies in one hand, and noticed the looks of rapt attention on the faces of his nephews. For modesty's sake, Oliver stepped behind the sofa. With a grin, he told them to close their eyes.

Connor kept his eyes shut tight, but Oliver saw his other nephew keeping his eyes slightly open.

"No peeking, Jackson," he said.

With a dramatic sigh, Jackson followed instructions and screwed his eyes shut.

As a grown man, he was barely able to slip one foot and leg into the tiny pair of cartoonish briefs. As had happened previously, his body transformed rapidly to make the Sesame Street undies a perfect fit for him.

He felt dizzy as the room spun on his way down to four-year-old size once again. The sudden change still disoriented him, and he didn't linger to look at his reduced privates with his nephews impatiently awaiting the culmination of his magic "trick." He let the undies snap into place, covering up his humble new equipment that barely even made an impression in the front of the childish undies.

"OK, open your eyes," he squealed in his new childish voice.

The eyes of his nephew flew open, surprised by the unexpected change of voice. They found themselves staring at a nearly naked little boy even smaller than their five-year-old selves.

"It's me!" Oliver said. "That's the trick."

"Uncle Ollie?" Jackson questioned in a dubious tone.

Connor glanced around the room, expecting their uncle to come out of hiding and reveal the joke.

"Who are you?" Jackson asked, walking around the large sofa for a better look at this impostor.

"I told you," Oliver said. "I'm your uncle!"

The boys glanced at each other, and somehow decided that Jackson would act as spokesperson. "This is a trick," he declared.

Oliver giggled at their attempt at grown-up skepticism. "I'll show you," he said. He slipped the ring off his finger and held it out in the palm of his hand.

His nephews bent over the ring, studying it.

"It's a magic ring," he said. "I found it."

Connor broke into a grin. "So, that's why it took you so long to come to the door when mommy knocked. You were a little boy then, too?"

Oliver nodded excitedly. He felt a high level of energy once again, but he was getting slightly self-conscious standing dressed in a pair of Sesame Street undies in front of his fully-dressed nephews. With the boys standing so close to him, he realized what a difference a year could make at such young ages. His slightly older nephews loomed over him.

He was giddy with fun as they began to accept the reality of the situation.

"And all because of this?" Jackson asked, swiping the ring right from his transformed uncle's hand.

That was unexpected. "Jackson, give it back!" He piped in a whiny tone.

"I just wanna look at it," his defiant nephew replied.

"It belong to me," Oliver said, feeling a little panicky without the ring in his possession. "Hand it over."

Challenged by someone so much smaller than himself, Jackson drew himself up into a defiant stance. "Make me," he dared with a wide grin.

"C'mon, give it," Oliver said, lunging toward his nephew only to smack into a suddenly outstretched hand.

He hadn't meant to play so rough, but in protecting the ring, Jackson pushed his much smaller uncle all the way to the floor. The stunned little boy fell back onto his butt, then stared up at his much larger nephews as they crowded closer.

It must have been the shock… or something… It hadn't hurt… but he felt his eyes fill with tears. He knew as a grown man he shouldn't even consider surrendering to tears, but his emotions veered quickly out of control.

His nephews stared at him in uncomfortable surprise as their little uncle bawled.

"Maybe you should give it back," Connor wavered.

"I'm not giving it back," Jackson dug in his heels. "He's just being a cry-baby."

"Am not!" Oliver shrieked, only to find himself sniffling as the burst of crying seemed to shake him.

"Uncle Ollie's a cry-baby," Jackson teased.

"Well, he is littler than us," Connor pointed out quite reasonably.

"If we keep him like this, we're in charge until Mommy gets home," Jackson tried to persuade his wavering sibling.


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