Last night I crawl into bed, and felt something cold and wet where my feet were. I turn back the sheets and discover a large wet spot. After investigating whether it was bodily fluids, and determining that it wasn’t; I put a towel in the bed, and tried to sleep while keeping my feet away from the wet spot. (In hindsight I should have just changed the sheets, but I was tired; and if you don’t understand that then have 3 kids in 4 years and see if you would really make a different decision than me!)
I don’t think the wet spot completely dried until around 3am.
So first thing this morning I asked my son, Dylan, if he spilled water on my bed yesterday. His answer, as best as I can remember it:
“Mommy gave me a cup of water and told me to sit on your bed and drink it; even though I didn’t want to do that. Then the cup accidentally spilled over, but when I told Mommy she didn’t hear me.”
Children are so good at avoiding culpability for anything. It’s like a gift that God gives them to help in survival or something.
