(Author's Note: I just realized...in the other branch, Mikey takes Linda down to the kitchen. In this branch, that didn't happen yet...they are in Linda's bedroom)
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.
Linda's first reaction was to argue with him. But she wasn't sure of how he'd react if she did. She looked around her room. It looked the same as it always did. Queen-sized bed, dresser, doors to the bathroom and closets.
"Have you had breakfast?" Mikey asked her, bringing her back from distraction.
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. "No," she admitted.
"Now, Linda," Mikey said with authority.
"Now what?" She asked.
"Finish getting ready and I'll go get breakfast ready for you," he said, pulling the door closed behind her.
That gave Linda a little time to review the situation. She was unsure of what was going on. Everything seemed normal...except her clothes and Mikey's clothes.
She quickly hurried downstairs, afraid to leave her son alone in his condition. "How's this Mi....mom?" she asked.
