"Well, well, well, who's the baby now?" I taunted Jenny, sticking my tongue out at her. She scowled at me, her now 16-year-old face already developing stress lines.

"Danny, sit still!" Jenny demanded, trying to change my diaper. I giggled, squirming away from her and running around the room.

"You're such a brat!" Jenny yelled as she chased me around the house. I laughed, enjoying the chase. Being a kid again was so much fun!

I made sure to run extra fast during bath time. The squeals of frustration from Jenny were music to my ears. "Danny, get back here!" she shouted.

I hid behind the couch, giggling as Jenny looked for me. When she found me, I darted away, laughing at her exasperated expression.

"That's it, you're getting a spanking!" Jenny threatened. I stuck my tongue out at her, completely unafraid. "You're not Mom, you can't spank me!"

Despite my words, Jenny managed to catch me and give me a hard spanking. I yelped, tears welling up in my eyes. That really hurt!