2:30am, a strange noise slowly makes its way into the darkened corridors of my mind, knocking on doors. Nothing. Another one barges in, stomping its feet and banging the walls, lights slowly coming on, groggy brain cels respond, “What? Who is it? What’s going on?”
It is my 4 year old is what it is. I hit the lights and she stands there beside the bed, crying, draggled, thumb-in-mouth, the picture of abject misery.
“I wet the bed.”
Oh goody. The old brain cels immediately slam their doors and go back to bed, I on the other hand roll out and do my duty.
2 minutes later, the sheets are off, she is changed, I whip a clean blanket down and snuggle her into it, saying “No sheets for now, it will be fun, like camping.”
Her face changes instantly into a beaming, satisified, ray of sunshine. The agony of only a minute before is gone completely, the disc wiped, the drive re-formatted. Never happened.
Why can’t i learn that trick?