Now that Kim had gotten her wish, even though she felt bad for you being stuck in your body for a week, she wasn't sure what to do. You didn't go to school, unless you had a test, and you didn't have a permanent job. You mostly spent your time inventing new machines and doing the odd job to afford what you needed. You also didn't have any friends so for your mother you were a clean slate she could do anything in.
"Why is this so hard..." Kim complained aloud. She had too many options and when she had that many options she usually knew what to do. You hadn't been up for long so still hadn't had breakfast, making your former stomach growl. Kim smiled, at least she now had some direction. She left the garage and opened up the pantry.
Usually she had the boring foods but as you she was able to grab the sugary cereal. She then went to the fridge and almost grabbed her low fat, lactose free milk, before grabbing the full cream milk. She prepared her breakfast and took a mouthful, she almost cried as the sweet flavours hit her tongue. "So... good..." she exclaimed, it had been a while since she had tasted cereal like this, and your tastes were different. She then stood up and went to take her bowl to the sink to wash it out but paused.
"Luke never cleans up after himself," she smiled, leaving the bowl for you to clean up after school. She then looked down at your body. You were still in your pyjamas and hadn't taken a shower yet. "I'll skip the shower for now.." she said aloud as she went up to your room.
She got undressed, keeping your underwear on as she dropped the clothes on the floor. She opened up your closet and searched for something to wear. "I got this for his 17th and he's never worn it," she grabbed out a collard stripped polo shirt, putting it on. "These too..." she grabbed out a pair of jeans and put them on. Then she looked for socks that weren't dirty and put on your joggers.
After getting dressed she walked down to the bathroom and looked at you in the mirror. She touched her face and ran her hand over your stubble. "Can't go out looking like this," she said as she sprayed deodorant under your armpits. She then proceeded to comb your hair and gave you a quick shave. "Wow, Kyle and Luke really are similar," she said leaning into the mirror as she finished. "I still can't believe they were born a year apart. Though I guess they are the same age now, given the incident the incident with the attempt at time travel. I can't believe all three of my kids are the same age because of that."
Kim looked at herself in the mirror a bit more, contemplating the life of her children. She could get distracted easily and lose focus. She shook her head, escaping her daydream before...
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