No More Wet Beds!

Previously

…As Mom tucked me into my (still slightly swampy) bed, I felt a strange mix of excitement and nervousness. The potion was making me feel all warm and bubbly inside. What if it worked? What if I actually stayed dry all night? The thought was almost too wonderful to believe. But my parents believed, and they had given me this magical potion. They were counting on me. And I was going to try my very, very best. I closed my eyes, the taste of fizzy lemonade still lingering on my tongue, and imagined my bed not as a swamp, but as a cozy, dry cloud. As I drifted off to sleep, I felt a little bit like a secret agent, with a very important mission to complete.