Literally.
Especially if he has a cell phone in hand...
I didn't even know what he was doing in the back seat as we drove home.
I thought he was merely playing a game on my phone.
I suppose he was playing a game…kind of.
Of course, the moon was of the large, full variety...
As long as he doesn't hide in my back seat, jumping up with a growl and a yell as I leave for work.
In the dark.
Or howl at the moon.
The neighbors would talk.
You just gotta love 10 year old boys.
I know I do.
Love,
Mama Werewolf
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