No time to savor it, though; she needed to change before Erin got back. So she went through the cleaning and disposal routine that was probably second nature to Erin by now, and she was wearing her pajamas with nothing else with a few minutes to spare.
The day was going well for Erin. She had woken up dry, and was secretly proud of it. She wasn’t sure why she could assign a feeling of pride to an accomplishment completely beyond her control, but at least for today she could pretend that she didn’t have a bedwetting problem.