A clever smile lit Boxy's face and sparkled in both his real and fake eye. With a wink, he lifted a finger to his mouth. "Shh. Let's keep that on the down-low, as the kids these days say."

"But...but...Dad...?" I sputtered.

He raised his hands, all innocence. "I was never a practicing witch. I was too distracted with cars, but...I guess a witch who doesn't do magic is still a witch? Boxy, however, was sworn to secrecy."

"How did you..." Boxy gazed up at Studmuffin on ...