OCTOBER 16th-"She went upstairs to check in on her sleeping toddler. The window was open and the bed was empty."

“Congratulations! You and the missus must be so proud!” Vlad greeted me.

“Yeah, we’re pretty chuffed alright. We weren’t expecting him to morph so soon. He’s in the 90th percentile!” I returned. We were pretty proud of our little guy.

“How’d you find out?” Vlad asked.

“Zia made the discovery. She went upstairs to check in on our sleeping toddler. The window was open and the bed was empty.” I boasted, “It didn’t take long to figure out what happened.”

“Amazing, able to go full bat at 30 years old! It won’t be long now before he’s turning into a wolf, or fog, and submitting mortals to his will.” Vlad listed, “I remember when my Vampessa got her wings. Seemed like she was an adult overnight after that.”

“Tell me about it! I’m still remembering when he lost his first baby fang, and he wants his own Renfield! I keep telling him that’ s a big responsibility, especially when you can barely pronounce the word! But you know, his older cousins just got one and he wants one too.” I sighed wistfully. My little bloodsucker was not so little anymore.

“Drake, time to cut the blood pudding! Go get the Batceanera candles!” Zia called out from the stage area, snapping me out of my memories.

“That’s my cue!” I told Vlad and went off to grab the candles.

“WOOSH!” flapped a black blur, giggling as he rounded corners.

“Careful!” I scolded, but inside thought, ‘That’s my boy.’