Exactly 40 years ago, little Melissa one morning flew into a rage as she spied Carrie emerge from the bedroom. "How dare you wear my underwear. Take 'em off. They're mine!" she screamed. Carrie responded by nodding her head in sad resignation.

"I thought we settled this last night," Carrie told the little girl. "You remember earlier in the day? When you confronted that woman you talked into investing in that shaky oil exploration firm, whose share price promptly plummeted from $72 to 7 cents before folding? You didn't know she also was a sorceress, so when you taunted her for being stupid, she cast a spell that transferred all of your aging to me. So now I'm 27, but you're only 3-years-old. And that makes me the Mommy now, and you my daughter," she added, tapping her powder puff on little Melissa's nose, causing her to momentarily giggle.

But Melissa was soon shaking with rage again. "The underwear is MINE!" she yelled. "I thought we settled on our new roles last night. You don't want that I should spank you again," Carrie sternly said. Taken aback, Melissa meekly replied "no." Carrie then grinned. "Now you get dressed so I can drop you off at the babysitter on my way to your job at the stock brokerage. I may have been born almost yesterday, but I think I can sell stocks no worse than you did, and certainly a lot more honestly."



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