“He never wet his pants at home.”
“I know that now, but back then I didn’t want to add stress to your life.”
“Was that all that happened?”
“Not exactly.” Theresa said.
“What do you mean, ‘not exactly’?”
“That same day, he came back from playing outside and his pants were wet again. Once again, I cleaned him up. The thing that made it weird was he seemed to be unaware that he had wet himself. I asked him if he realized it and he said ‘no’. As a precaution, I took one of the vinyl sheets we had for Sarah and placed it on the upper bunk bed where he slept. The next morning he woke up wet. He got very upset and began to cry.”