It's some time between midnight and 3am, and your two-year-old son has just cried out from what you think is a nightmare. Your saintly husband gets up to go check on him and snuggle him back to bed (because you are nursing the 7 month old). You hear him shuffle down the hall, crawl in to your two-year-old's bed and exclaim, "Gross!!!"
The two year old has wet the bed. He did not have a nightmare as previously thought. Saintly husband has just lain down in a puddle of cold pee in the middle of the night.
You really shouldn't laugh, but....
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