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.
"Fine. I laid out your breakfast for you," he said, gesturing to a bowl filled with chocolate puffs. Linda didn't eat those...they were so sickeningly sweet.
"I'm umm...not hungry," she said.
"Breakfast is very important, sweetie," Mikey said.
"Don't call me sweetie," Linda blurted out.
