No More Swampy Sleep!

No More Swampy Sleep!

Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! My pajamas were as dry as a desert! My bed was as dry as a cracker! And guess what? *I* was as dry as a squeaky clean toy! It felt like I had won the Olympics of Dryness, and the gold medal was a fluffy, non-soggy pillow. I bounced out of bed, doing a little wiggle-dance that was probably more wobbly than a jelly on a trampoline, but I didn’t care. I was a champion!

Mom poked her head in, her eyes still a little sleepy, like she’d just woken up from a very important nap. But then she saw me, standing tall and… well, dry! Her sleepy eyes popped open wide, like two shiny buttons on a brand-new coat. “Leo!” she gasped, her voice full of sunshine. “You’re dry!”