The first thing Jon noticed was the pile of toys he had just wished up. He didn't see anything else obvious, and the same crib was available and even a loose diaper. It was clean, but since he magically cleaned all diapers, that was expected. He took a camera from a drawer and checked the pictures on it; there had been some pictures taken of him and Petra, and they still showed Jon with breasts and holding a baby. One even had him breastfeeding. There was nothing new.
Jon concluded that the baby had just magically grown in an instant. He walked over to Petra and said "Come on, Petra. Let everyone meet you again."
The child said "Mommy... I mean Daddy! What is that?"
"Everyone only knows you as a baby. You're older now. How old are you, Petra?"
The child thought and said "Not old!"
"Well, it doesn't matter." Leading his daughter/wishing stone into the living room, while Karyn followed behind them, Jon ran into his mother first. She took one look at the girl and said "More magic, right?"
"Right," said Jon. "Karyn is the one who did it. I don't need to have breasts if she's old enough that she can eat food."
"She's adorable," said his mother. "She looks real, she sounds real. Hmm... I suppose I shouldn't talk like that. She doesn't know she's a stone."
"Stone?" said the girl.
"You were a stone before you were in daddy," said Jon, his hand touching his daughter's.
"Mommy!" corrected Petra. "I come from Mommy!"
Jon had long ago wished up a power to control Petra, to make her sleep or whatever. He could use it to make sure she didn't call him "Mommy" in public where it could be embarrassing. But now that Petra was old enough to talk he would have to learn how to talk to her, and he decided to start now rather than taking the shortcut. "You can't call me that, Petra" explained Jon, trying to sound motherly. "I wish you could, but..." And then Jon realized the mistake he had made.
