Tony was away on astronaut training for a couple weeks.
One evening, Jeanne agreed to babysit Ali, the son of an aunt of hers.
They were sitting on a couch watching an old western. Jeannie had her left foot crossed.
Ali smiled impishly and blinked; her slipper came off her foot. Then he blinked again; a feather appeared in mid-air. It sailed over to her foot and tickled it!
She giggled. "Now, stop that, Ali!"
She put her foot back into the shoe, but he had put a little surprise into it—whipped cream!
"Ali!"
He burst out laughing.
"All right, Ali, you have had your fun. Get this whipped cream off now!" She kicked her whipped cream-covered foot in front of him.
"OK."
He blinked. But instead, a can of whipped cream appeared in mid-air. It sprayed its contents all over her! When it had finished, she was completely covered! He laughed even harder.
"All right. Two can play that game!"
She blinked. A gigantic whipped cream pie appeared mid-air; it splatted him!
He began crying. Feeling sorry, she hugged him. "There, there, Ali. It's all right. Let's clean ourselves off, now."
"OK."
He blinked; water rained down on the two of them, washing off the whipped cream!
"Ali!"
"I'm sorry, cousin Jeannie!"
He blinked once more, and they were completely dry. All water and whipped cream were also gone.
"That is better. All right, Ali, if you promise me you won't do any more tricks, I will let you stay up until 11:00. Is that a deal?"
"Yes, cousin Jeannie."
He was true to his word. They curled up and watched TV, and he eventually fell asleep on the couch.
His mother came for him at 11:00.
"Was he a good boy?," she asked.
"He was an angel."
He had woken up again. Before leaving, he walked over to her.
"Thanks for not telling," he whispered.
"You're welcome," she whispered back.
"It was fun with the whipped cream!"
"Yes, it was."
They hugged, and she kissed him. His mom smiled at this.