About twenty minutes later, Jon heard a car driving up the driveway. It must have been his dad, home from work. And he suddenly wondered how his dad dealt with all of this. Was he fine with his wife acting like a child? How did he feel about his 10-year old son acting and dressing like a 38-year old woman?
Mikey came out of the kitchen, with a smile on his face. "Right on time."
The front door opened and Jon's dad came in. "Hi, Jon."
"Hi, Dad."
He walked further into the house. "Hi, Linda," he said to Jon's mom.
She turned her head, but just for a moment. "Oh, hi, Jim." Then she went back to her cartoon.
Mikey came walking out of the kitchen again. "Dinner's ready."
"What are we having?" Jon's dad asked.
"Hot dogs. I hope that's okay."
"It's just fine."
Mikey smiled, then turned his attention to the living room. "Mom, Jon. Go wash up for dinner."
"But ... but my cartoon is still on," his mom said, whining.
"Now, Mom."
"Oh, okay," she whined. She turned off the TV and walked to the bathroom to wash up.
Jon was headed that way too. "Oh, Jon?" Mikey asked.
"Yeah?"
"Go tell your sister that dinner's ready."
"Okay." Jon went upstairs to get Zoe, all the while thinking You know, Zoe is your sister, too. It was still weird to hear Mikey talk like his mom.
