Hubby was putting him to bed last night when Mickey revolted, "I am not going to sleep in there! There is pee in that bed!" Sure enough, Mickey pulled the covers back to reveal a 20 inch wet spot.
Hubby called out for back up and super-sleuth mommy came to the rescue! I began the interrogation. "Did he have wet pj's when he woke up this morning?" Did he have wet jeans after his room time this afternoon? The answers to these questions were NO! Hmmmm. Interesting.
AHA!!! I bet the sippy cup leaked!!! That was a plausible answer until I smelled the wet spot. Then I asked Mickey, who was giving us no leads as to what could have possibly happened, "Mickey, did you pull down your jeans and underwear and pee in your bed?"
"Oh yes! That is what I did! I did not know where the potty was. "
Poor child, how traumatic it must have been for him to completely forget the layout of our small ranch house. I mean, if he would have opened the door of his room, he would have been looking directly INTO the bathroom.
At this point I see smoke billowing from Hubby's ears.
We figured out after a little more grilling that Mickey was so entrenched listening to his bible on CD that he did NOT want to miss out on any crucial story details, so he simply stood up, pulled down his pants, and emptied his bladder.
AAAAAHHHH! (That is the sound of Mickey's parents screaming in utter dismay!!!!!)