Ok, Which one of us wet the bed?

Last night Kenny pattered into our bedroom at about 1 AM.   He’s done this a few times before, but it’s not a regular thing, so I lifted him in, he snuggled into my side, and we fell back asleep.

At four in the morning, I noticed that the bed was distinctly wet.   Now in addition to Kenny and me, Casey and Dudley were also curled in the bed (it was a party).   I felt along Kenny’s flannel pjs and they were dry, so I rolled over and fell back asleep.   At 6, Kenny sat up and asked for some milk.   That’s when I noticed that the whole bed was really wet.   And smelling like pee.   But his pjs still felt dry.   Hm… Exactly who wet the bed here??   Casey had left at 4:30 to catch an early flight, so I crossed him off and glared at Dudley.

Ah, but it turns out Dudley was not to blame.   Last night Casey’s parents were in town on their way back up to New York from Florida for the holidays.   They graciously bathed him and dressed him for bed.   And apparently put a swim diaper on him instead of a regular diaper.   So all through the night, as Kenny pee’d (which he does a lot of in his sleep), the flannel somehow kept  the wet in  and the urine instead ran down his legs.   When I got up with him this morning and took off his pajama pants, his little legs were cold, wet and sticky.   My poor little guy!!   No wonder he left his own bed… which smelled horribly of little boy pee pee.   As did my bed – the sheets, comforter and all of our pajamas.   Kenny actually thought it was pretty funny, too, that I had to wash two of his stuffed animals that he had brought into our bed with him as well… Baa and Lamby were pretty stinky.   “They smell like pee pee!” said Kenny.   Lots of laundry insued.

Note to those dressing kids for bed… the diapers with the little fish on them are strictly for water sports.