Ohh, by the way, I don’t think I’ve had the chance to tell you that your playmate in the playpen was my husband. He’s a bit older than you I’m afraid, but I think the two of you have a lot in common now. I caught him running around on me about four years ago and I changed him into what you see beside you. I left him with his adult mind so he could appreciate his punishment, but I’m afraid that four years of being a nine-month-old infant have taken a toll on his mind. He’s become so emotionally infantile of late. I suspect that soon you’ll find yourself succumbing to the same pressures. After all, Krystyn made you even younger than he is. I can’t expect an eight-month-old to have the same powers of concentration that a nine-month-old has, can I? When he found out that Krystyn and I were lovers, he was so bourgeoisie! He immediately ran out and took a mistress as if I didn’t exist. I couldn’t have that, could I? He had never given me the baby he had promised me! I would have thought that a forty-year-old man would have been more mature and have kept his promises to his wife before running off, but then most men are such children. Granted, his money and investments allowed me to pursue my hobby in the occult, but breaking one’s word to a high priestess of one of North America’s most powerful covens just isn’t done. He had to be punished for his impertinence. In his case, he took the place of the baby he never gave me.”