They began their one hour walk home. Bobby began to make mental notes about where he wanted to explore as the week drew on. That feeling of calm and comfort was stronger than ever, but also was the feeling of having to pee.
Joan and Theresa were lounging on the back porch drinking wine when they saw Bobby and Bear walking toward the house.
“There he is,” Joan said, relieved. “I was wondering when he would be back.”
“This is nothing. He would be out all day with Bear. Your son is quite the adventurer.”
As Bobby approached, Joan noticed something was odd about his pants.
“Bobby, are you ok?”
“Yeah. mom, what’s up?”
She looked at the front of his pants. They were wet for some reason.
“Your pants are wet in the front.”