Yesterday, The Boy took a long nap in my bed. When he finally woke up, he headed straight for his room and shut the door.
“What are you doing in there?” I called after him.
“Oh, I’m changing my clothes. I peed when I was sleeping.”
He emerged looking a little sheepish and followed me to my room to survey the damage. I wanted to make sure he understood the gravity of the situation so I dramatically threw my arms into the air. “Where am I going to sleep tonight? There’s pee in my bed!”
“Sorry, Mom,” he mumbled. Then his face brightened and he smiled encouragingly at me. “But I peed on Dad’s side of the bed!”