Emily, who had been Jon until a few minutes ago, frowned. Now that she thought about it, she wasn't quite sure. Sure, repeating the past nine years of school would be annoying, but it would be a bit mitigated by the fact that she already knew the material. And being a child prodigy would mean being in a class of older kids who might resent her for having an easier time of it, not to mention all the relatives and teachers who would expect her to cure cancer or invent quantum computers or something. She looked at Karyn and knew from her expression that she felt the same way.
"No," she said. "Maybe...we'll just go through school again. It'll be easier that way."
Kirsten, her father-turned-mother, hesitated for a moment, then nodded. As much as she'd love to see one of her children get so far ahead in life, this was Jon's...er, Emily's decision, and she could understand why her little girl had changed her mind. "Alright," she said. "I wish that, as far as anyone outside this house knows, Emily and Karyn were intelligent but normal grade-school students."
Everybody seemed to wait for something to happen, but nothing did. "Well," Kirsten said, "any last wishes before we put this thing away?"
