-Plastic straws.
-Groceries.
-Another car seat, so I’d have one for my truck without taking Lizzy’s.
I glanced over at Evan in his wolf form, and found him ripping ferociously at the edges of one of my couch pillows.
-Chew toys
-Other toys, too
I wasn’t sure exactly what kind of toys the kid would like, but I was pretty sure that if I took him down an aisle of them, he’d tell me loud and clear what he wanted.
He came over for more food, and I noticed the diaper sagging off his little fuzzy form.
Shit, I hadn’t thought to change him. He didn’t stink, so he probably hadn’t pooped, at least.
-Diapers
-Wipes
I’d probably need to give him a bath, too. He was a wolf, so he’d want to play outside at some point. And even if he didn’t want to, it’d be good for him. Fresh air was good for everyone, right?
-Baby soap
-Baby shampoo
Was baby shampoo a thing? I was going to go with yes.
I added a few more things to the list before sliding my phone back into my pocket and standing up. Evan was running laps again, so I waited until he ran past me, and then scooped him up off the ground.
He shrieked and squealed, shifting back to his human form, and then giggled like crazy while I set him on my hip and pushed some strands of his hair out of his eyes.
“Sorry, dude. We’ve got to get you changed, and then move the car seat over and take a trip to the store. Something tells me it would be a tragedy if you got hungry for chocolate milk and couldn’t find any.”
He grinned. “Mick?”
Shit.
Shouldn’t have mentioned that.
“After the store,” I promised.
He pinched my cheek, and I bit back a curse as I pulled his hand off again. “How are we going to get you not to do that anymore?”
He babbled at me as we walked out to Lizzy’s car, and I answered as if I understood exactly what he was saying. I couldn’t make out any of his words, though, except “Go!” when he pointed to the forest behind my house.
“We’ll go running later,” I promised him, rubbing the top of his head again.
I didn’t know why I kept doing that, but I couldn’t seem to stop.
I found a couple of diapers and some wipes on the back seat next to Evan’s car seat, so I figured she changed him there pretty frequently. Holding him down while I swapped his old diaper for a new one was a war in and of itself, but I figured it out.
Hauling him out of the car again, I carried the soggy diaper to my outdoor trash bin before going back for the car seat.
How I was going to move it with a wild kid trying to escape from me, I wasn’t sure.
Holding Evan in one arm, I leaned over the car seat with the other and unclicked the buckle.