Getting turned into Booster Toddler, fighting crime while relegated to being 3'1" and in a miniature version of his booster gold suit was not his idea of heroism. He sulked in the backseat of your car as you ran errands, "I still can't believe you haven't found a way to turn me back."

Michael hated that after almost a week you still hadn't figured out how to reverse the effects of the spell a sorcerer you'd been tracking had cast on him. "You've got all those brains but you can't fix me?"