“What the hell? Y’all can’t transform yet. You’re too young. Even I know that.” He thought about his dream with his girlfriend French kissing him, then eyed the pup’s tongue lolling out. He jumped off the bed and ran for the door. Ray ran the opposite direction of the miscreants. He had to scrape his tongue and brush his teeth, at least twice.
This was so not his gig. He had nothing against rugrats and ankle biters, except they were a pain in his ass. A loud crash came from the other room and Ray was on his feet instantly. He hurried down the hall. “Hey, whatever you’re doing, cut it out. I ain’t cleaning no messes around here.”
He stopped in the entrance to the kitchen. Ray noted one of the furry behinds had a diaper on with duct tape still around the waist. That little one sat on top o
