[ WP ] You are a genie who 's been summoned by a child . You explain the whole `` three wishes '' deal , and to your surprise , after using two of the wishes , the kid tells you that they are going to `` keep the last wish for later '' . After 40 years , you are finally summoned again .

`` Dear gods, they actually elected him.'' I mutter as I flip through the newspaper, reclining back on my rather plush armchair. Disney had it wrong, lamps provide quite adequate living space. I had to redecorate every few centuries, though, in order to keep up with the times. Variety is the spice of life, as they say. Currently I had it set to a very spacious loft. I had become rather taken with open concepts, what can I say? `` I wonder if anyone I know had anything to do with that... I'll have to ask around.'' I muttered, about to refill my mug of coffee, when I heard the telltale ringing. I blinked in surprise, looking at the bell hanging from the ceiling. `` Well now, is he finally going to use that last wish?'' I muttered, crossing my arms. 
 
 At first it had annoyed me slightly, how long he was making me wait. I prefer to finish with a client as quickly and as efficiently as possible, and the ones who draw it out tended to annoy me, especially when half the time the last wish was used to do away with the first two. However, I had come to assume that he had either forgotten about me or was simply too indecisive for his own good, and had taken to treating it like an extended vacation. It was nice, having downtime without having to be on edge, constantly waiting for a new client to start rubbing on the lamp. Of course, all things came to an end. 
 
 `` He must be... fourty seven by now. I wonder what he'll ask for.'' I mused to myself as I changed out of my purple robe and into uniform. I really had to get in touch with the union about changing from the open vest and puffy pants. It was rather absurd, now in the 21st century, for us to be expected to walk around in these things. We'd look so much more respectable in a nice 3-piece. `` I'm coming, I'm coming.'' I sighed as the bell kept ringing, and I snapped my fingers, suddenly appearing in the middle of what appeared to be a rather quaint suburban home. Good to know little Danny had done well for himself, at least. And there was the man himself, still recognizable after all these years, in spite the fact that he looked... well... rather down on himself. 
 
 `` Pleasure to see you again Daniel.'' he said, maintaining my usual professionalism. `` How, may I ask, did the first two wishes go over?'' I loved child clients, they always went for either simple, respectable choices, or hilariously huge ones, and very rarely did they make a wish with malicious intent. As I recalled, Danny had wished for a puppy and a hoverboard, in that order, before telling me to hold off for a bit. 
 
 `` Dog got cancer, broke the hoverboard and my leg with it.'' The balding man said, his voice rather... defeated. 
 
 Well, that was unfortunate for him. Of course, I can not be blamed for what happens after the wish is made. `` I see.'' I said, `` I apologize for that.'' I said honestly. `` Well, you do, of course, have one final wish. What shall it be?'' 
 
 He took a deep breath, `` I want you to make me seven years old again, but with all my memories of the past fourty years. 
 
 I stared at him, speechless, for a few moments. Well... that was certainly not a wish I had heard before. `` That wish... is within my power to grant, Daniel. However, I must make sure you know, that the three wishes rule still applies. If this is a ploy to get more-'' 
 
 He cut me off, shaking his head. `` No, I... I do n't want any more wishes after this one.'' He tooka deep breath, `` My life has been meaningless. I have a dead end job that I do n't even like, with a company that I hate. I want to start all over, know what my mistakes were, make the right decisions this time!'' 
 
 With morbid amusement, I realized that I was dealing with a client going through a midlight crisis. Even knowing this, I found myself intrigued by this wish. Clients who wished to rewrite history were nothing new. However, often, they found the present they created was not what they wanted, and as such it was quickly reversed. However... rarely had I heard of a client who wished to rewrite their own history with their own two hands. `` You understand you'll only get one shot at this, correct Daniel?'' I said, and he nodded. `` Then...'' I raised my hand, `` Your wish is my command.'' I snapped my fingers. 
 
 ( Man this is bad. I'm rustier than I thought... )
