Breakfast

Jon looked around the kitchen table as he entered; his family was all there, but that was about all Jon saw that was familiar. Jon's mother Linda sat at a tiny table on top of the table at her normal spot; she was only a few inches tall, maybe half a foot at the most. She was happily eating from a single grape that had been split in two. Jon's father Mark sat at his normal spot at the normal table; but he sat in what could only be described as a high chair. The once tall man was now only about two feet in height. Zoe's back was to Jon as he entered, but he could easily tell the changes to her; her chair was designed so she could tuck her legs under her, as her nearly nine foot frame wouldn't fit under the table. Zoe and the now six-foot tall Mikey were splitting a whole ham for breakfast; Jon guessed it took a lot of food to fuel such large bodies. Jon smiled as he sat down to eat; it was going to be an interesting day.