It all started when I, a ten-year-old boy, found a dusty old lamp in our attic. It was a peculiar lamp, with strange symbols carved all over it.

I rubbed the lamp to clean off the dust. Suddenly, a swirling cloud of smoke emerged, and a genie appeared, startling me.

He boomed, "You've released me, so now I grant you three wishes. Choose wisely." A mischievous grin spread across my face.

My first wish was simple. "I wish my dad was two years old," I declared. The genie simply nodded, and poof!

I looked over to my dad who, to my surprise, was now a toddler. His clothes hung loosely on his small frame, and he looked at me in confusion.

At first, it was fun. I was in charge. I played with him, fed him, and even put him down for a nap.

But soon, he began to cry, asking when he was going to be turned back. It was a lot harder than I had imagined.

Frustrated, I decided to make my second wish. "I wish my dad was a toddler mentally," I told the genie.

Immediately, my dad started running around like a hyperactive bullet, refusing to eat yucky foods and saying 'no' to every request.

He was noisier, messier, and so much more challenging. I realized I had made a mistake. I wanted my dad back.

But every time I tried to make my third wish, my dad would interrupt, yelling and running around in circles.

Fed up, I yelled, "Oh man, I wish you would just SHUT UP!" The genie looked at me and nodded.

It was too late when I realized what I had said. Instead of turning back to normal, my dad was now silent. He was mute.

I was horrified. What had I done? I had used up all my wishes, and my dad was now a mute toddler.

The day went on, and it was tough. I had to take care of my dad, and he couldn't even communicate with me.

Suddenly, the front door opened. My other dad was home from his business trip. His eyes widened at the sight before him.

I quickly explained everything. His face turned from shock to annoyance as he picked up the lamp and called for the genie.

"I wish for my husband to be returned to his normal age and mentality, and for our son to learn a lesson," he firmly stated.

The genie nodded, and in an instant, my dad was back to normal. But when I looked down, I realized I was now a toddler.

My clothes were too big, and I couldn't reach the table. I looked at my dads, who were now towering over me.

I tried to argue, but all that came out were toddler babblings. My dads just laughed and told me it was bedtime.

I spent the rest of the day as a toddler, struggling to do simple tasks and realizing just how hard it was.

The next morning, my other dad made his final wish. "I wish for everything to return to normal," he said.

With a nod from the genie, I was back to my normal size. I looked at my dads and apologized for my foolish wishes.

They forgave me, of course, but not without a stern warning about the consequences of mischievous behavior and misuse of power.

The genie returned to his lamp, and we decided to store it away safely, hoping no one else would stumble upon it.

From that day, I learned a valuable lesson about responsibility and the importance of thinking before acting.

It was a strange day, but in the end, I was just glad to have my normal family back. And I promised never to wish for anything like that again.

As for the lamp, it remained in our attic, untouched, a reminder of the day our lives briefly turned upside down because of a few mischievous wishes.