Bobby dropped his soaked pajamas on the ground and jumped in the shower. As Theresa was gathering the soiled clothes, Joan walked in.
“What’s happened?” Joan said looking at the pile in Theresa’s hands. “Why is Bobby taking another shower?”
“Oh sis, you startled me. He, uh, he just felt the need to freshen up. I’m going to wash these pjs, just to keep on top of things,” Theresa said nervously.
As Theresa was saying that, Joan made her way over to the bunk bed. She ran her hands over the top sheet and was floored by what she felt.
“Did he…did Bobby wet the bed?!” she yelled. “What the hell is going on here? I think we need to take him to the doctors.”