Karyn knocked on Jon's door and called out, "Dinner's ready", as she entered his room.
"Don't come in !" Jon yelled in a panic. But he was too late. Karyn had opened the door and entered.
"Oh my gawd, you are sooo cute!" Karyn exclaimed looking down at eight year old Jon standing there in superman pajamas with footies. "Come downstairs, dinner's ready."
"I feel ridiculous. I'm sorry I yelled at you. You've had your fun. I can't believe you made me eight years old." Jon grumped.
"Your birthday is in June so you're really eight and three-quarters, almost nine." Karyn chirped encouragingly.
"Oh, Big Whoop! Like that makes a difference." Jon crossed his arms and declared, "I'm not moving until you fix this!"
"Come eat dinner first." Karyn coaxed. "Your mother is really cool. I was hoping you'd help convince her to go to the mall after dinner. It would be a lot of fun, and I think she needs to get out."
"Shopping? You want me to suggest shopping to my mother? Forget it! Besides, she can't go shopping with a little kid. See? there's another reason to fix this." Jon declared smugly.
"You know, I believe you have a point. Shopping with an eight going on nine year old would be a pain." Karyn agreed.
"Damn right!" Jon said with confidence.
