A look of embarrassment with a tinge of relief came over Jordan’s face as it turned red. “O…ook…Mom…”. Knowing how pragmatic her mother could be, Jordan had been thinking that her mom was going to suggest pull-ups or something of the sort.
“Listen, I’ll continue to wash your things whenever it happens and I’m sure it will slow down anytime. We don’t want to have any smell in your room. Can you come tell me when you have had an accident though? I’m not sure I can keep track of everyone’s wetting in the whole house on a consistent basis? Will that feel like too much pressure on you right now?”
“Nnn…nn…no…I think I can d…do that Mom.”