Concerned for what may be going on with his son, Mikey placed his hand on Linda's forehead to see if she was running a fever. "Your temperature feels normal. Did you just have a bad dream or something last night sweetie?" he asked her.
Linda however, just shook her head. "No, yes...This isn't right. I'm the adult..." she said.
At this, Mikey started to chuckle as he ruffled Linda's hair. "If you are the adult, sweetie, than I suppose I'm the child?"
"I'm not little," Linda said, reflexively. She was over a foot taller than him.
"I don't know what sort of game you're playing, but finish up getting ready so I can take you to school. I have to get to work. We don't want to be late" he said, standing at kitchen counter with a cup of coffee to wait.
Linda's first reaction was to stop her son from drinking coffee. But, standing there, drinking coffee and leafing through the newspaper, he looked so...well, comfortable. She wasn't sure of how he'd react if she did.
She glanced back down at Mikey and frowned. She didn't seem to tower over him like she thought. And she'd be right as Mikey gained a few inches that made him 4'8" while Linda lost some of her own which dropped her down to 5'. But she chalked it up to her own confusion.
"Now, Linda," Mikey said with authority.
