Once the family had finished their meal, Marjorie made Michael and Jamie clean up the dishes while she and Sheila went upstairs.

Jamie walked into the living room, where Michael was looking through his Play station collection.

He jumped on the couch and turned the TV to the evening news.

“Hey I was going to play video games.” Jamie looked at him and smiled.

“First come first gets the TV.”

With that statement Michael got up and walked over wrestled his father for the remote.

“Give that to me now.” Screamed Michael, “No its mine! I wanna watch the news!”

Jamie yells back as they roll off the couch knocking over a vase causing it to shatter as it hit the floor.

“That’s it!” yells Marjorie who came downstairs to see what was going on.

“Michael started it, it’s his fault!” Jamie blurted out as Marjorie walked into the room.

“I don’t care who started it but both of you come with me.”

With that she grabbed both boys by the hand and marched them upstairs to Michael’s bedroom.

I’ve had it, both of you can go to bed right now, pointing to the door.

“But I don’t have a room.” Jamie retorted.

“You do now, Sheila and I moved the old spare cot into Michael’s room, you two are going to share the room.

Is that understood?” Michael looked up at his mother,

“But that is MY room, I don’t want to share it with a little kid.”

Jamie flew into a temper tantrum.

“I’m not LITTLE!” Before Jamie could continue Marjorie shut him down “I don’t want to hear it okay.

The two of you are roommates so get used to it.

I want the two of you to get ready for bed now and no more fighting.”

Before Marjorie got down the stairs the Jamie began to plead.

“Honey, please don’t do this to me.

I’m 40, I’m your husband. Don’t make me go to bed now.”

Marjorie stopped and turned around.

Veins were bulging in her forehead, the last time Jamie saw this she gave Michael a huge spanking.

Jamie immediately retreated into Michael’s bedroom and closed the door.

Jamie turned around to find Michael standing behind him.

“Listen Squirt this is my room and everything in here is MINE and that includes your bed.”

Jamie couldn’t believe what had transpired, he had to sleep with his son but he wouldn’t live by his son’s rules.

Jamie growled back “I don’t have to take this, who do you think you are?

I’m the older one you will listen to me!”

 

Jamie was getting very frustrated and found it hard to control himself otherwise he would not have pushed the issue with Michael so far.

Michael was bigger than Jamie and could probably take Jamie if it got physical but he didn’t care, he was tired of being pushed around and he was tired of being small.

Jamie took a swing at Michael but his new uncoordinated body missed wildly.

Michael grabbed the diminutive form and put him in a headlock and switched between noogies and wet willies.

“Who is the big kid? Who is the older one? Come on say it.”

After struggling hopelessly for five minutes. J

eff’s head was hurting from the noogies and was utterly humiliated from the wet willies.

Finally Jamie relented and with a sobbing voice he begged Michael to stop.

“Please stop! You are bigger and you are the oldest in the room.

Please stop! I give up you are older.”

With that Michael let go, leaving Jamie sobbing beside his bed.

He crawled into bed without saying a word and cried himself asleep.

When Monday morning came Jamie was woken up by his roommate.

“Get up Squirt.

You better not tell Mom what happened last night or I’ll beat you up.

I can do it cause I’m older right?”

Jamie knew Michael wasn’t joking and he had had enough humiliation from his son.

Cowering under the bed covers Jamie meekly replied “Okay I agree and you are the older one.”

With that Michael, left the room triumphant over his sibling.

Jamie got up as his pajamas slid down voluntarily off his waist.

He turned and looked in the mirror, he had regressed over night.

“I can’t be more than 8 years old!

No wonder I lost the fight to Michael.”