So Thomas was in our bed last night and I woke up early morning feeling very cold and wet.
Turned around and saw the source. He had wedged himself in a sort of spooning position with me and of course when he wee’d it was on my back.
Me: Thomas you wee’d on me. Why did you wee on me?
T: Mama, I didn’t wee on you, I only wee in the loo.
Me: So who do you think wee’d on me.?
T: I dunno Mama. I am dry.
Of course, he’s dry. His pants had dried and my pj’s are heavier – and therefore still wet.