My name is Jake and I'm 14. I have a little brother, Timmy, who is only 3. For me, teasing Timmy is a sport. I'd put his favorite toys on top shelves, change the TV channel when he's watching, and easily move him away from places he wants to go.

One day, Timmy wanted a turn on my gaming console. Smirking, I handed him an unplugged controller, letting him believe he was playing. He was so engrossed, unaware that he wasn't actually controlling anything.

That night, as I tucked Timmy into bed, I couldn't resist rubbing it in. "Only dumb babies fall for the controller trick," I said, laughing. Timmy's face crumpled, and he began to cry.

Trying to console him, I told him that he would understand when he was older. Little did I know, his teary eyes were making a wish. "I wish I was the big kid and you were the dumb baby!" he sniffled.

The next morning, I woke up in Timmy's toddler bed, my legs sticking out at the end. I was wearing footed pajamas, and everything seemed bigger. Looking in the mirror, I saw a 3-year-old staring back at me.

Confused, I stumbled out of the room, only to see Timmy, towering over me. He was 14 now, smirking down at me with a glint in his eyes that I recognized. The wish had come true.

The roles were reversed now. Timmy was the one putting my toys out of reach, changing the TV channel, and moving me away from where I wanted to go. I was the one pouting, unable to do anything about it.

One day, I wanted a turn on the gaming console. Timmy handed me an unplugged controller, just like I had done before. I knew the trick, but I couldn't reach the real controller. I was stuck pretending.

That night, as Timmy tucked me into bed, he echoed my words from before, "Only dumb babies fall for the controller trick." I felt my face crumple as I realized how hurtful those words were.

I made a wish then, "I wish we could go back to how it was." As I drifted off to sleep, I hoped my wish would come true, just like Timmy's had.

The next morning, I woke up in my own bed, back to my 14-year-old self. Timmy was 3 again, running around in his toddler clothes. We were back to normal. I felt a sense of relief wash over me.

From then on, I stopped teasing Timmy. I realized how it felt to be on the receiving end. Instead, we started playing games together, sometimes even letting him win. We became closer as brothers.

I learned a valuable lesson from the age swap. I learned to be more considerate and kind to my little brother. After all, you never know when a wish might come true and tables could turn.