Miranda sighed and shook her head as her fingers flew over the face of her phone, “Where’s Laura? I’m not leaving the three of you alone all day.”
All three of her girls spun at the sound of the announcement, but only Delilah was happy that her favorite babysitter was coming over.
“A sitter? Mom, we’re adults!” Heather objected over her toddler’s plate and sippy cup filled with orange juice.
“And does it have to be Laura? She’s my friend! It would be weird,” Rebecca complained.
“Two of you are adults,” Miranda shot back. “Each of which is currently outweighed by the child. And yes Becca, I’m calling Laura: she already knows what Heather can do, so we don’t have anything to explain!”
“Then leave us here and take Delilah to daycare,” Rebecca replied.
“Nope, not a chance,” Miranda shook her head as she spoke, “You’re both much smaller than you usually are when you’re on your own and something happened to Heather. The three of you are getting a sitter.”
“We don’t need this mom,” Heather tried again.
“You are not fighting me on this,” Miranda said in that tone that meant the argument had ended long ago. She turned away and the last the three girls at the kids’ table heard was, “Hi Laura, sorry for the short notice, but can you come by this morning…”
The three girls returned quietly to their breakfast. “Thanks for nothing Heather,” Rebecca growled while helping Delilah use the large, blunted plastic knife to push egg onto a similarly rounded child’s fork.
“I’m sorry, Rebecca,” Heather said sincerely while resting her head on the table next to her plate and inspecting one of her the utensils designed to be gripped by tiny hands. She sat up again before saying, “Hey, it could be fun. Remember how all three of us spent the night over last Christmas?” Heather said, reaching forward to give Rebecca’s arm a reassuring touch.
Rebecca looked down at Heather’s hand and frowned a little but didn’t pull away. “Well yeah, it was fun, but she was with us, you know? And you could always grow us back. Now we’re stuck like this, and Laura’s going to be in charge,” Rebecca emphasized the last point.
“You’re not afraid of her, are you? You’ve known each other since she was five and you were seven.” Heather asked.
Rebecca shook her head, blonde locks falling loose from the clips she wore at night to train it back out of her face. “No, it’s not that. It’s that I’m an adult now, and mom is putting someone in charge of me, like, like,” she gave up and glanced at their youngest (no longer little) sister as she finished drinking her juice.
“We’ll let’s try to have fun with it, okay?
“How can you say that? We might be stuck like this,” Rebecca squeaked.
“We don’t know that,” Heather retorted, moving to take both of her sister’s hands. “At worst we’re half-sized for a couple of days. Until then, we are for all intents and purposes, kids! Can you think of a more complete vacation from the real world?”
“I like the real world,” Rebecca sulked.
“Mommy! Laura’s here!” Delilah shouted as a familiar shape appeared in the windows by the door and rang the doorbell.
Both elder sisters gave each other a nervous look as they stood from the little table and walked to the door. Their mother breezed in at the same time, her long strides beating all three of her daughters to the door.
“Laura! Thank you so much for this!” Miranda exclaimed as she admitted a petite brunette woman into the house. Laura was only five-foot two inches, but to Heather and Rebecca, she towered as dizzyingly high as their mother did.
“Any time, Mrs. St. Vincent,” The teen with a heart-shaped face smiled with good humor at Miranda.
“Okay girls, come give mommy a hug and a kiss goodbye!” Miranda called to her daughters, instinctively including her suddenly smaller daughters in a ritual they hadn’t been a part of since they were six.
Laura stayed a polite distance away from the little family and managed to keep from giggling at how cute and funny it was to see two of her friends crowding into their mother’s arms with a toddler bigger than they were.
Three quick kisses were planted on three tiny foreheads, and Miranda was out the door and into the family minivan. The three daughters turned to look at their ward for the day, though only Delilah was smiling up at the familiar face. For her part, Laura got herself under enough control to speak without giggling at them, “I am dying. You have no idea.” Laura told them. “What did you do to yourselves?”
“I did nothing! She shrank us for a prank and got us stuck like this!” Rebecca said while pointing at Heather for emphasis.
“And you can’t grow back?” Laura asked, glancing from one shrunken woman to the other.
“Not for a while,” Heather said nervously, leaning from one foot to the other as she spoke. “It’s like the power is there, but I can’t reach it right now?”
Laura nodded her understanding, “Well I’m glad you’re going to be okay. Now we can have fun today, but your mom put me in charge. So what I say goes, okay?”
The two tiny adults looked from each other, to Delilah, and back up to the towering high school sophomore. They didn’t reply, but Laura didn’t hear any objections either.
“Good. Now the first thing we need to do today is…”
What does Laura have Heather and Rebecca do?
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