Fortunately (or unfortunately) though the present situation was troublesome, it was hardly new to the family. Heather’s powers sometimes seemed to act up when she was stressed out or sick. Once while he was still dating Miranda, Justin had decided to sneak up behind the girls while they watched a scary movie and ended up one inch tall for the night. Last year when she had the flu, Heather’s size had changed every time she sneezed. Furthermore, there had been an occasion where stress from college had caused a problem with Heather’s abilities leaving Heather and Rebeca the size of six-year-olds, and due to Justin being away (as he was now) and Miranda having an important meeting, the shrunken girls had needed to watch their then-infant sister for the day.
Miranda sighed as she looked at her three daughters, now all almost the same size; she had things to do at work today, so she could hardly stay home, so the question became; could the two girls handle their toddler sister at their shrunken size. “Delilah,” Miranda called, causing the tot to look to her mother, “why don’t you go watch Sesame Street while I talk to Heather and Rebeca?”
Delilah smiled at the thought of watching her favorite show, “kay!” The toddler responded as she grabbed the nearby sticker-covered iPad and gave it to Miranda, who set it up to show the program and returned it to the tot, who went off to enjoy her show.
Once they heard the familiar theme song and knew Delilah was suitably entranced, Miranda turned to Heather and Rebecca. “Okay, girls,” Miranda said, “do you girls think that you can handle your sister while I go to work today?”
“Hey,” Rebeca argued, “I was going to go to the mall today.”
Heather chuckled, “and what are you going to do at the mall now, hit the kiddie play center in the food court?”
Rebeca laughed sarcastically, “and whose fault is it that I’m this size?”
“Girls,” Miranda interrupted, “if you keep this up, I may have to put all three of you in daycare for the day.”
“Sorry, Mom,” the girls apologized.
“I think that we can handle Delilah,” Heather suggested.
“Yeah,” Rebeca agreed, “I mean, we’ve done it before, even while shrunken.”
“Last time your sister was much more sedentary,” Miranda pointed out, “these days she gets into everything and is everywhere like a little tornado, not to mention that last time we were in this situation, you were stuck at a larger size.”
“We can do it, mom,” Heather assured Miranda, “I’ve been small before and been able to hold my own with Delilah; remember her birthday party?”
Miranda smiled, “catch the fairy, but still, you usually have someone bigger around to help you.”
“We’ll have our phones in our rooms if we need them,” Rebeca told Miranda.
“I don’t know,” Miranda told the duo.
“Come on, Mom,” Heather said with confidence, “what could go wrong?”
“Oh, that’s reassuring her,” Rebeca told her sister, “say your catchphrase you recite before you start on one of your adventures. We might as well get in the car now.”
“That is usually the speech before a disaster,” Miranda added, “but I guess we can try. However, I will be coming home at lunch, and if things are going bad, I’ll take all three of you to daycare.”
Both girls nodded, “we’ll be fine, mom,” Heather promised, “and who knows; maybe my powers will be back to normal in a few minutes.”
“Make sure that you call me if they do,” Miranda told her eldest daughter, “now, I’ve got to go get ready, and I suggest that you two do the same; you can’t spend all day in your pajamas.” With that, Miranda went back upstairs to finish getting ready for work.
“Where are we supposed to find clothes?” Rebeca inquired.
“If we want them to fit, there’s only one place in the house to go; Delilah’s room,” Heather told her sister.
“You mean,” Rebeca asked her sister as though Heather was insane, “put on toddler clothes?”
“Do you have a better idea?” Heather inquired as she turned in the direction of Delilah’s bedroom, “are you coming?”