Your dad walks into the bathroom as he unscrews the lid to the jar. You start to feel scared but at the same time relieved because you don't know what your dad will do or if he will even recognize you. He closes the bathroom door and sets the lid om the counter while bringing the jar up to eye level. "Hmm, this is a tiny person, but why do you look so familiar little man" your dad asks.
You scream at the top of your lungs hoping your dad will hear you. "Dad it's me your son, I need your help. I have been shrunk down and want to return to normal size" you yell seeing your dads eyes go big. "Boy I thought was you, how did this happen to you" he asks. You explain everything to your dad up to the point where your mom put you in the jar and left.
Your dad sets the jar on the counter scratches his head trying to take in everything you say. You stare up through the opening at the jar at your dad. He looks like a skyscraper, you can see his muscles hugging his shirt drenched in sweat from workout. His face looks it was chiseled from stone with his small stubble beard and bright blue eyes, his hair a golden blonde even after working out still looks good. As you are viewing your dad as the god he is before you, he starts to look down at you. "So what should I do with you boy" says your dad with a big grin on his face.
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