Who wet the bed??

Last night I woke with a start and couldn’t figure out why. I peered into the darkness around me and couldn’t see anything, so I burrowed back into my sheets. Too soon apparently, because then a voice from the darkness said, ever so softly, “Mama. I peed in my bed.” Thirteen years ago when we potty-trained our first, a nighttime visit such as this would have resulted in a midnight circus. … [Read more...]