"I'm playing house right now, Jon...and you're gonna regret not playing," she said, running off into the kitchen.
He hurried after her.
"Oh, hello, Stacy...what are you doing here?" Jon's husband, as Stacy entered. They had met earlier in the day, when she and her husband had gone to meet the new neighbors.
"Playing house," she said.
Oh, isn't that adorable? she thought.
Jon entered a moment later. "I'll take Stacy home," he said.
Stacy looked at him coldly. "No," she said. "You're playing house with me," she said to his mother, turning away from him.
"I'm sorry, Stacy, but I have a lot of things to do," she told the girl. "I can't play house with you right now."
"You'll play," Stacy said, definitely. She grabbed his mother's arm tightly. There was a quick flash of energy, and the woman began to transform.
"Stacy, what are you doing, what's happening to me..." Before Jon's eyes, his mother was growing younger and smaller... "Jon, help..." she called weakly, her voice growing higher pitched, her hair reforming itself into pigtails.
Jon watched as his mother's eyes glazed over, and an innocent childish grin appeared on her face. "Wanna play dollies?"
"We're playing house," Stacy told her. "You're the baby."
"Am not," his child-mother said. "I'm a big girl. I'm this many years old..." She held up five fingers.
Jon gaped.
