Mary snapped back at him, “Tom, in two weeks you won’t be worrying about anything, you’ll have the mind of an infant! They’ll be nothing left of you but a drooling, diaper-wetting baby! You’ll spend the next ten years sucking your thumb, crawling on all fours, and making messes in your diaper!”
Mary pointed her forefinger at him as if it were a gun and continued, “If you think you’re going to con me into playing mommy for you, you’ve got another thing coming! I’m your wife, not your mommy! The minute you become a child again, I’m finished with you! Your Momma can watch over you and tend to a decade of your dirty dydees! I won’t!”