Best Day Ever!
"Momma? I . . . I wet myself!"
"Yes, that's why I woke up!"
"Uh, okay, you know what to do; I'll meet you in the bathroom."
You know, at least I wasn't using the loud vibrator.
I started the bathwater and was transfering the towel from the shower bar to the hook behind the door when he came stumbling in holding his bedsheet, eyes blinking, Spongebob pajamas soaked.
He spoke in his scratchy, still-sleepy voice.
"Happy Birthday, Momma."
Shit. I hadn't even been awake long enough to remember what day it was.
"Oh, sweetheart, thank you!" My eyes started welling.
I hugged him tight, pee and all.