Kat had agreed to be the babysitter for the evening, and when I returned to the house. She elected to go back home rather than stay the night in one of the spare bedrooms. I checked on my daughter, who was sprawled out in her crib with her blanket kicked off and her binky just a hand's reach away. Her diaper was dry so I left her alone, doubting that she would get a chill. Like Paul, she ran hot.
It worries me because BJ is a product of one of those despicable, r****g Polish Werewolves and a mother who is now basically a psychopath.
I just wish I knew what to expect. Is she going to grow fangs and bite us? She is in her terrible twos and that's bad enough without adding mini Werewolf attacks to it.
I don't have anyone to ask. My mama is out of bounds—meaning if I contact her or my famil
