I spent the day trying my hardest to concentrate on important things. Work. Providing for my kids. Helping friends.
Only the events of this morning are so troubling to me that my mind has been dragged to a pitch-black pit of confusion for the better part of the day.
My son, who we will refer to from now on as Houdini, wanders out of the bedroom in his bone-dry, fully zipped footie pajamas with his bears under one arm, and his blanket in an outstretched hand.
“Daddy? I fink dis blanket got some pee pee on it.”
The smell hit me even before the wet sensation reached the palm of my hand.
Dry bed. Dry pajamas. Dry carpet. No bathroom visit. Blanket SOAKED with urine.
You win this round, my friend. I dont know how you did it, but well played, sir.
Perhaps he spread it out and just peed on it…just sayin’
that happens in our house too. WTF.
I can only relate to this because husband has a friend who has terrible aim. And I mean terrible. I recently had to throw away the trashcan in the bathroom because it was so urine soaked that no amount of bleach was helping. That smell is unforgettable.
Loved the “well played, Sir.”
Sidebar: doesn’t fleece wick (is that the word) away wetness?
Weird. Gross. Mysterious. Three years old is such a rewarding age.
My daughter does this … she changes in her sleep. It’s bizarre.
I’m going with the “he undressed, peed on the blanket and re-dressed” theory. I have 3 boys and it’s amazing some of the weird things they do.
Well played indeed! I can’t tell you the number of “houdini” incidents we’ve had around here. Thankfully my 3 year old has decided peeing is super cool. We’ll see!
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