“Well I could use some breakfast.” your father answered, which you eagerly agreed to.
“Alright then, want me to carry you?”
“No no I think we’ll be fine,” you said, not wanting to be emasculated by your 5’6” sister.
“Well if you need me, I’ll be there.”
You and your father head through the now towering garage door into the house, wondering what you would be able to do now that you were tiny. You were ready for some breakfast after a stressful morning, while Percival still dangled from the hook.
....
“It’s ready!” your sister yells as she brings in a plate of pancakes, one for you both and three for herself. With effort, you climbed up to your chair and then onto the table to eat.
Amber covered her pancakes in a drizzle of syrup before beginning to eat. You looked at your pancake... it’s diameter was half your height, and there was no way you could eat the whole thing, even with dad joining in.
“Hey honey, could you pour us some syrup.” Richard asked kindly, knowing the bottle was too big for him to use properly.
“Alright little guys,” she teased. “But I don’t know if I should since it’ll be harder for you to use forks now.”
“That’s ok, I’ll eat it with my hands.” you said, always loving your syrup.
Amber poured a sheen of syrup onto your buttery pancake, and you proceeded to pick it up. It was thicker and heavier than you thought, but that wouldn’t stop you. You bit at the pancake and yanked off a piece to eat, reveling in the sweet goodness.
“These are really good pancakes, maybe you should be doing the cooking instead of your mother.” Richard joked, yanking off another bit.
“As if. I’m ordering out for us next time.” Amber sarcastically responded, pushing her blond hair out of her face.
Eventually, you and your dad were stuffed, with about half the pancake eaten by you two and the other half by Amber, after she finished her three.
Suddenly, you noticed a group of people outside the window
They were...