Scenario:A little boy wishes to be a grownup so he can do whatever he wants. Suddenly, he is changes into an adult woman. He is now a housewife and a mother. He grudgingly does the chores and takes care of the kids. He wakes up to realize it has all been a dream, and is grateful being a kid again.
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A little boy wishes to be a grownup so he can do whatever he wants. Suddenly, he is changes into an adult woman. He is now a housewife and a mother. He grudgingly does the chores and takes care of the kids. He wakes up to realize it has all been a dream, and is grateful being a kid again.
Evan
He is a curious and adventurous young boy. He is imaginative,stubborn,and hopeful. Evan wishes to be a grownup so he can do whatever he wants,free from parental control. After waking up from a vivid dream,he learns he had imagined being a mother and housewife,shocked by the realization that his life wasn’t what he thought. Overjoyed to be back being a boy,Evan relishes the freedom and excitement of his childhood.
Evan's Father
He is an understanding and humorous figure in Evan’s life. He is patient,supportive,and playful. As a devoted father,he balances discipline with affection,often engaging in playful battles with Evan despite the late hour. He appreciates Mrs. Jenkins’ concern for Evan and values the safety and wellbeing of his family. His relationship with Evan reflects his ability to connect with his son’s emotions and needs while maintaining boundaries.
Evan's Mother
She is a nurturing and caring figure in Evan’s life. She is warm,gentle,and loving. As a devoted mother,she comforts Evan when he awakens from a dream distressed by the thought of being a mother. Her tender reaction reassures Evan of his current reality as a child,valuing the bond she shares with him and demonstrating her deep affection for her son.
"I wish I were a grownup so I could do whatever I want," I said gruffly, not looking at my mom.
I was sitting at the kitchen table, glaring at my plate of spaghetti.
It wasn’t that I didn’t like spaghetti.
I did.
A lot.
But I was mad at it right now because it meant I had to stay at the table and couldn’t go outside to look for Kate.
My friend was late.
Very late.
And I was starting to get worried.
I glanced up at my mom, who was standing by the counter, watching me with that soft smile she always had on her face when she was about to tell me no.
"Do you think that’s true, Mom?" I asked her.
"That if I were a grownup, I could do whatever I wanted?"
My mom sighed and rubbed her temples.
It was what she always did when she was about to tell me no but didn’t want to actually say it.
I pushed my plate away and crossed my arms over my chest.
I already knew what was coming.
My mom pulled out the chair across from me and sat down, her hands folded on the table in front of her.
The kitchen light made long shadows across her face as she leaned forward.
I slouched down in my chair, trying to avoid looking at her, but she just waited patiently until I finally looked up.
The clock on the wall ticked loudly in the silence.
My mom opened her mouth to speak, and I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the words I knew were coming.
"You know you can’t do whatever you want just because you’re a grown-up," she said, and I felt myself deflate a little bit.
I had been hoping she would say something different this time, but of course she didn’t.
It was always the same thing.
"You have to follow the rules and be responsible," she continued, and I let out a long sigh. "I know," I said, opening my eyes and looking down at my plate again.
"But it’s not fair. Kate gets to go outside whenever she wants."
"Kate is older than you," my mom pointed out gently.
"And besides, it’s getting dark. You know you’re not supposed to be outside after sunset."
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest again.
"I know," I muttered.
The front door creaked open then, and we both turned to look as my dad’s heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway toward the kitchen.
He came into the kitchen wearing his work boots, which were still muddy from the garden he had been working in all day.
I sprang up from my chair, nearly knocking over my half-eaten spaghetti.
"Dad, please!" I said, grabbing his sleeve and tugging on it.
"Kate might be lost in the woods!"
My dad looked down at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled.
He gently pried my fingers loose from his sleeve and then exchanged a look with my mom.
"Son, Mrs. Jenkins just called," he said.
"She saw Kate heading home an hour ago."
My shoulders slumped, and I let go of my dad’s sleeve.
He pulled out the chair next to me and sat down, the wood scraping against the floor.
"Now finish your dinner," he said, ruffling my hair with one hand.
