When the walked in, they saw Bobby sitting in the bathtub sobbing.
“I don’t understand how this happened. I new I had to go to the bathroom, but I thought I had time. I didn’t even feel anything.”
“Let’s not worry about it now, sweetie. We should concentrate on getting you cleaned up. This was just an accident, nothing to worry about.” Theresa said while helping Bobby to his feet.
“Joan, can you clean him up while I get him some dry clothes?”
“Yes, of course.” Joan said trying to not dwell on what had happened. “Come on, honey. Strip down and take a shower.”
“Ok, mom.” he said timidly.