She washed the wet pants in the sink, then wrung them out and hung them on the shower curtain rod. She picked up the clean pants and his overalls and put them on the counter, then left the bathroom. Thomas hung his head in shame as he waited for his mother to return. “She must have eyes in the back of her head,” he thought.

She came back and asked him, “Have you peed yet?”

“Yes, Mommy,” he replied in a small voice.

She took him off the potty, patted him dry with toilet paper, then dressed him again and took him by the hand to his room. She sat him on the bed and told him, “Tommy, I understand why you were hiding the pants you wet. You were ashamed, weren’t you?”

“Yes, Mommy,” he answered.