“Aw, how old is your son?” asked the young woman that had come up to Greg. Greg smiled.
“He’s fifteen months.”
“Aw, so cute!” the woman cooed at Dan in the stroller. She continued her jog. Greg let out a sigh of happiness. He and Dan used to go jogging all the time, but after Dan was shrunken, he could no longer keep up. As such, Greg suggested Dan ride in a stroller with him during jogs or walks. Dan, who was apparently getting cabin fever, agreed.
At least once a day, Greg put Dan in the stroller, packed a diaper bag, and went to a park where hopefully none of their neighbors would see them. The last part was Dan’s request. Greg was more than happy to agree to that, as it meant Dan had to pretend to be a regular toddler and Greg got to pretend to be his dad.
“How much longer do you want to stay out?” Greg asked. There was no response from Dan. Greg checked on him. He beamed. Dan fell asleep quickly and easily in the stroller, something the shrunken man vehemently denied. There was a soft hiss from Dan. The indicators on his training pants changed color. Dan needed a change. Greg silently debated his options. He could change Dan at the park in the open, in the bathroom, or have Dan sit in wet training pants until they got home.