Jon's grandfather absentmindedly put down the stone and left the room. He had no idea what he was thinking. He wasn't even sure why he brought it with him. It was dangerous, and he knew it. But, as it turned out, maybe it was fate.
He walked out into the hall to help his daughter with something, when suddenly he heard a noticeable banging noise and then saw a bright flash of light. It came from his grandson's room. The room where he left the stone.
He panicked and ran into the room. Looking down into his grandson's crib, he saw Jon clutching the wishing stone.
"Now, little Jonny. Let me have that," he said. His hand was shaking as he reached down. A baby shouldn't be making wishes. Who knew what kind of weird things could happen?
"No, I don't think so," his grandson replied.
Jon's grandfather was in shock. His infant grandson was talking to him. In clear english!
Jon saw his grandfather's reaction and said "Don't worry grandpa. You shouldn't be shocked. If anything, I'm the one that should be in shock. I'm supposed to be 16 years old, but instead I'm a freakin' baby."
Jon proceeded to tell his grandfather all about what had happened. His grandfather listened. He wasn't humoring Jon. He knew what the stone could do.
After about ten minutes, Jon's mom walked in. "Who are you talking to in here?"
"I was just talking to little Jonny," her dad said.
"It sounded like you were having a conversation." She reached down and tickled Jon.
"I was. You know how I am with kids. I treat them like they're people."
She looked up at him, giving him an irritated look. "Kids are people too."
"You know what I mean."
Jon watched as his mom and grandpa left the room, still arguing. He looked down at the stone in his little baby hands and wondered what he should wish for next.
