Well, nothing would happen if he just sat on the floor. He had to be proactive. Grant got to his feet, only to fall over immediately. It seemed he was restricted to crawling for now. That limited his options even more, but he tried to push that to the back of his mind.
Grant crawled around the nursery, inspecting what all was present. There were plenty of age-appropriate toys that were alarmingly tempting to him. A colorful dresser was pressed against a wall, no doubt filled with more cute clothes and diapers. Judging by the feeling against his skin, the diaper Grant currently wore was a cloth one. The old witch must not have liked disposables. There was a rocking chair in one corner and a crib in another.
Grant finished his circuit and sat down again. The nursery had just about everything a baby needed. Just about. There were a few things missing, things that were presumably elsewhere in the house. If Grant needed one of those, the spell would most likely take him out of the nursery. That seemed to be his ticket out of this room. Or at least, it was the best thing he could think of at the moment.
Grant had noticed the nursery lacked a changing table, a high chair, and a bouncer. If a baby needed any of those, said baby would cry. Grant silently prayed that the spell would think he needed one of those and take him out of the room. Then, he took a deep breath and began to wail at the top of his lungs. Immediately, the spell awoke. It was going to do whatever it thought Grant needed. It thought Grant needed...