Turning Out Great

“Oh, Jimmy!” said Karl, as they both stood on Jimmy’s back porch, “Wow, he’s turning out great! I can hardly believe that’s little Mikey out there! Told ya it was amazing, didn’t I? When did you give him the pills again?”

“Oh, let’s see,” said Jimmy proudly, “It was on Monday. So, what, it’s only been about a week? It’s crazy, man. He’s just changed right before my eyes. Would ya look at him? My scrawny little 10-year-old is turning into quite the well-developed young man!”

“Oh –” said Karl, hesitating, “Uh – it’s already been a week?”

“Yeah…” said Jimmy, “Why?”

“It’s just –” said Karl, “I mean, well, physically I’d say he’s turning out pretty damn good. But, he’s still out there playing with his pool toys and stuff like that?”

“Well – yeah,” said Jimmy, “Isn’t that normal?”

“Well, I don’t know,” said Karl, “When I gave little Robbie the pills, he kinda stopped being interested in that stuff. You know, after just a few days I had him watching the games with me throwin’ some beers back like he’d been doin’ it for years.”

“Oh…” said Jimmy, “Well, I mean, I’m sure he’ll be ok, right? I mean, maybe the physical changes just have to kind of happen first, and then he’ll start changing, you know, the rest of the way.”

“Yeah, man,” said Karl, giving his friend a pat on the back, “Maybe. But – uh – if you think you need to give him some more pills or anything, I’ve still got a few on hand. I mean, couldn’t hurt, huh?”

“Yeah,” said Jimmy, “In fact, why don’t you bring those over next time… Last thing I want is a big old stud like that walkin’ around my house actin’ like a 10 year old boy!”