Jozua frowned at the suspicious piece of furniture with doubt and deep concern. “I think it’s cursed.” He poked at it tentatively with his wand.
“If it’s cursed, can we get rid of it?” Lily asked hopefully.
Jozua frowned doubtfully. “I don’t know.” The layers of danger here were intricate and not to be underestimated. “We might just have to live with the curse.” That seemed safer than offending the relatives who gifted the dubious item to them. Plus, if they got rid of it, they’d need to replace it, and their funds were already stretched with all the other expenses they’d acquired in the last several months, and Jozua was taking an extended leave of absence from work to be at home for the time being so they weren’t bringing in as much as they normally did.
“What’s the curse on it anyway?” Lily asked.
“Well, it hurts to look at it,” he began with, and she laughed in agreement. “I mean, no piece of furniture has any right to have that much bright color on it.”
“Not arguing,” she agreed, “but a vibrant paint job with far too much pink in it isn’t exactly a curse.”
“It’s just, every time I change Suze’s diaper on this changing table, she pees on me.” He swished his wand to cast a cleaning charm to get the pee off himself and the baby.
“I think that’s just babies, Jozua,” Lily told him. “Especially now that it’s getting colder.”
Jozua grumped and closed up the fresh diaper. “Well, at least she’s cute. Like her mom.”