Wetting the Bed

I'm totally potty trained, unless I'm too interested in playing with something - then I do the pee pee dance and wait for someone to ask me if I need to go potty. At which point I reluctantly go, but I first pee a lil in my pants, so I can create more laundry for my parents by requiring a new pair of pants and undies (Cars undies of course) and then pee the rest in the potty (which gives me kudos from my parents cause they are glad I didn't totally pee my pants).

Those parents of mine, they put me in a cloth diaper at night, as though I'm not able to handle sleeping in underpants. I finally proved myself by going dry most mornings, that they finally let me go to sleep in my underwear. I've been doing a really good job sleeping in my underwear. Until this week....

The first night I peed in the bed, I woke up and went straight to Mommy. I figure she's up all night with Oliver, she's the go-to person when it's still dark outside. So I tiptoe to Mommy's bed, feel for her hair, and start twirling it until she invites me into bed to finish sleeping till morning. Well about the time I crawl over her to get cozy with her and Oliver, she figures out I've peed myself. So needless to say, instead of snuggling up, I had to change clothes and sheets and all that jazz.

So the second night I pee the bed, I've learned my lesson. You don't get up, you just sleep in it. It just happened to be my sister's first day of kindergarten. As part of her new morning routine, she has to make her bed. So I decide I wanna make my bed too. I required a lil help from Daddy. As he's helping me, he feels the wet spot. He says, "Eli, why is your bed wet". My response, "it rained in my bed." How's that for clever. He changed the sheets and I think he belived me:)

Since then, I've gone easy on them, no more bed peeing, cause sleeping in it isn't all that great after all.