Three Year Old Jon

Karyn's eyes went wide as she watched Jon lose even *more* years. Except this time it wasn't because of *her*. It was because Jon's mother unknowingly made a wish with the stone. Joan stood up in shock, staring at her 3-year old son, who just a moment ago was eight. "What? What *happened*?" She ran over to Jon and knelt down next to him. "Jon. Honey. Are you okay? Say something." "I wanna cookie!" he excitedly said, acting like a 3-year old. "Don't panic, Joan," Karyn said. "I can fix this." "You know what happened?" "It's that stone you're holding," Karyn said, pointing at it. "What about it?" "It's a wishing stone. You made a wish and it came true." "That's ridiculous. Wishes don't come true and there's no such thing as a wishing *stone*." "You wished for Jon to be three and now he is," Karyn explained. It was impossible, it had to be. But Jon *was* three now, just like she wanted. Well, she didn't really *want* him to be three, at least not permanently. It was just a fleeting desire. How was *she* supposed to know that it would come true? "How can you fix this?" Joan asked.