What Jon didn't know was while he was peeing, Karyn made a wish: "I wish that as soon as Jon is done peeing, he has to go again every ten minutes because he is nine months pregnant ... unless he figures it out, one week passes or I say the word 'Homer'."
"What?" Jon asked. "What's so funny?" He looked down at himself. He didn't look any different. He still had the same dress on as he did before. His mary-janes and knee socks were the same, and his hair hadn't changed either. As he looked himself over, he grabbed hold of his massive pregnant belly. The doctors told him that the reason he looked more bloated than normal was because he was going to have twins. Imagine that. Not only would he have to take care of one baby, he'd have to take care of two.
"There's nothing different, Karyn. Did you even wish for anything?"
"Yeah," she said, still stifling a giggle. "But I'm not going to tell you what it is."
Jon huffed, but he knew the rules that they had set up for this "game". And besides, at midnight he'd know what was different anyway. He just wished he knew right now, because as far as he could tell, he was perfectly normal.
Karyn tossed him the stone. "Your turn."
