“So we all woke up in each other’s bodies this morning,” Ming tried to reason with her two adult children, “Perhaps when we go to bed tonight, we’ll swap again and wake back up in our own bodies.”
“Or it’ll get worse when Dad gets home tonight, and he’s thrown into the mix of it all,” Grace said from Ming’s body before thinking about it, “Ew, I’m not sharing a bed with Dad tonight!”
“We’ll find some excuse to have you sleep with me in Grace’s room,” Peter said from Grace’s body, “Are you sure you don’t have some ancient Chinese secret here to solve this, Mom? I feel like you always throw out some herbs or something whenever even a minor thing goes on.”
“No! This is well beyond my knowledge,” Ming replied.
“Oh, and, Mom, when Dad does get home, you’re going to have to be quiet. If he hears my voice with your accent; he’s going to know something is weird. And, Grace, do you think you can fake Mom’s accent?”
“I fake accent good!” Grace said imitating her Mom.
“I don’t sound like that! I’m not a caricature!” Ming protested.
“It’s still going to have to be good enough. You can’t both be mute when Dad comes home...” Peter reasoned.
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