There was nothing Grant could think of trying except the most basic thing. Asking for help.
"Ga ba goo?" he asked timidly. His jaw dropped. He couldn't talk! Tears sprung to his eyes. Immediately, a pacifier was popped into his open mouth. He suckled on it instinctively, slowly calming down. It seemed he was truly helpless. The old witch knew her way around a spell. Grant had a growing feeling that he was going to be stuck as a baby until someone came to the house looking for him.
Well, if he was going to be a baby, he might as well enjoy himself, right? Grant crawled over to the closest toy, a teething ring. He took out his pacifier and began to gnaw on the teething ring. As he did so, the spell quickly attached the pacifier to a ribbon with a clip on it and clipped it to the front of his onesie. When Grant grew bored of the teething ring, he set it down, put the pacifier back in his mouth, and crawled to the next toy.
Eventually, Grant started to get sleepy. He yawned widely and curled up on the floor. The spell scooped him up and gently placed him in the crib, then turned off the lights. Soft lullaby music played from the mobile over the crib. Grant smiled happily as he drifted off to sleep.
He awoke the next morning when...