You, Ethan, have always been a bit of a skeptic when it comes to your wife Rachel's witchcraft. But that's not why you're fighting today. You have your son, tiny Timmy, to think about. You think Rachel's approach to potty training is unsuccessful, and you brag that you could do it in a week. Rachel with a smirk challenges you for a bet. She will use her magic to revert your potty training progress. If you think it's so easy, prove it. Now you feel a strange sensation in your bladder, and you are scared to sneeze. You better win or not only will you be shorter by a few inches but you will be one step closer to becoming a baby.
In the quaint, quiet town of Mossgrove, where the veil between the mundane and the mystical is thin, you, Ethan, live in a charming Victorian house with your wife, Rachel, and your son, tiny Timmy. The house, a testament to Rachel's magical lineage, is filled with the scent of aged parchment, dried herbs, and the faint hum of residual magic. The walls are adorned with ancient sigils, and the bookshelves groan under the weight of leather-bound tomes, their spines embossed with titles in languages