It was now that Theresa noticed. “Uh, Bobby, I think you need to go inside and clean yourself up.”
“Wait,” Joan asked. “Did you wet yourself?”
“What, mom?” he replied, “I don’t think so.” He seemed confused then he looked down and saw the front of his pants. Tears formed in his eyes. He looked up at his aunt. “Auntie, how did this happen?”
“Bobby, please go inside and take a shower. Leave your clothes outside the bathroom. Go now, baby.” Theresa’s tone was calm and loving. She looked deep into Bobby’s eyes, he went into the house and began to get cleaned up.
“What the hell happened?!” Joan yelled, understandably upset. “He hasn’t wet his pants since he was 4 years old. Did he get hurt?”