Yesterday morning TJ woke up in a wet bed, his pull-up had leaked. I changed him and carried him to my bed since his daddy was out of town, and we cuddled up. When we did get up, at the lovely hour of 6:30am, after I got TJ dressed and took the puppy out, I went upstairs to strip TJ's sheets. He came along to supervise. We got upstairs and I noticed that his bed and the floor were wet. I said, "TJ, how is the floor wet too?" To which he responded, with both hands out to his sides, "What the Hell?"
My thoughts exactly.
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