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I had just pulled fresh hot sheets from the dryer. My bedroom windows were open on this first warm day of the year when my 5 yo son sashayed into the bedroom.
"Can I help you make your bed?" he asked in an exuberantly loud voice. He is the King of Clean and always on the spot to help; I think he must be a changeling.
"Sure thing Sweety." I popped open the bottom sheet with a jerk.
My son grabbed the other side of the sheet from across the bed then stopped. I looked up. He had tilted his head to one side and with a soft, low, confidential and yet somehow encouraging voice he asked, "Did you wet your bed?"
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I had just pulled fresh hot sheets from the dryer. My bedroom windows were open on this first warm day of the year when my 5 yo son sashayed into the bedroom.
"Can I help you make your bed?" he asked in an exuberantly loud voice. He is the King of Clean and always on the spot to help; I think he must be a changeling.
"Sure thing Sweety." I popped open the bottom sheet with a jerk.
My son grabbed the other side of the sheet from across the bed then stopped. I looked up. He had tilted his head to one side and with a soft, low, confidential and yet somehow encouraging voice he asked, "Did you wet your bed?"
Yep, he's my Sweety.
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2 comments:
I love this!!!!!
YES! What a wonderful story. I mean, it made my evening.
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