Lockwood loves expresso

Parenting Practice Part 3

Lockwood's POV

If you are pondering about what the inscription on the source said, it is horrendous! Well, for me, anyways. It will ruin our business, because it says that if you touched the source, you will get the body of a 5 year old. Nothing else will change, except the fact that you will look like your 5-year-old self, and your voice will change back again. Again, it's only for a month, but it will be pretty hard on cases.

"Lockwood," Lucy called from outside my door, "It might not be that bad. It might be fun. I quote, might" she said with a hint of sarcasm.

"That's easy for you to say. I was barely manageable. And I was really short!"

"Lockwood, short?" She said with a overly dramatic gasp. "But still, I bet I was shorter." She said that last part challenging

"Fine. Lets make a bet"

"Okay, I am getting a bit sleepy. I will be off to bed."

"Good night, Luce." Realizing I am rather sleepy.

"Goodnight, Lockwood. She says sleepily with a yawn.

I pass out almost immediately, and hear a thump in the floor outside my door and downstairs as I do so.

====timeskip because I am lazy====

I wake to the sound of a high pitched scream. My eyes crack open. First thing I notice is that my room seems way bigger than before. I groan loudly and try to get up and out of bed. I immediately I get a face full of floor. I realize my clothes are huge. I guess the clothes didn't shrink with my body. I hear sniggering. I look up.

"Lockwood you are the cutest thing I have ever seen!" I hear George squeal.

I got up and shook my legs. I take in my surroundings. Little George has over-sized glasses, with his huge blue striped nightie shirt dragged behind him he is slightly taller than me. That makes me angry!

"Is Luce still asleep?" I ask with the curiosity heavy in my voice.

"Yes. Come look." He replies in his weird, squeaky voice.

I stumble toward in on my short stubs I shall call my legs. I see little Luce in a pile of big clothes. She had long, dark hair, that went down to her lower back, which surprises me. Lucy always said she despised long hair.

"She look so peaceful. And surprisingly, she is shorter than you, Lockwood."

We both decided to wake her up. We decided to do a little, something, and by something we wanted to pour cold water on her.

I waited while George got a pail and we filled it in the sink in the bathroom. It was difficult because we were about 4 feet tall! We finally got it filled about halfway. We went outside into the hall where tiny Lucy is.

"One. Two. THREE!" We shouted in our tiny, squeaky voices.

"AAAAARRRRGGGHHH!" She screamed in the highest-pitched voice I have ever heard.

She shot up and eyed us both. She tried to get up but lost balance.

"I hate you guys!" She muttered.

"Now now, little Lucy, watch your potty mouth." George taunted me.

"You little-"

"Well, compared to you, I am not so little anymore. Now am I, Carlyle?" George sniggered as I fell to the floor laughing harder than I have in a while.

She finally accomplished getting to her feet. She stood a few couple inches below me. I can't believe it! She is still shorter than me. I smiled my '100 gigawatt smile', as Lucy called it. She trudged over to the stairs, and looked down.

"This is gonna take a while. Why did this happen to us and not Quill's team!" She shouts. The doorbell buzzes.