No More Wet Beds!

Previously

…She looked at my bedsheets, then back at me, and her smile grew even wider. “It looks like we have a dry bed today!” I beamed. It was true. My bed was dry. My pajamas were dry. And I was the happiest, driest boy in the whole wide world. The Special Potion had been like a magic wand, but I knew it was really me who had done the hard work. I had listened to my body, I had been brave, and I had woken up. As Mom and Dad got ready for the day, I couldn’t stop smiling. The swamp was gone. The wet noodles were gone. And in their place was a feeling of pure, unadulterated dryness and victory. Today was going to be a good day. A very, very dry day.