No More Wet Beds!

Previously

…Mom laughed. “Of course, we can have pancakes, sweetie. You’ve earned them!” Dad ruffled my hair. “Pancakes it is! And perhaps we can even have a little parade around the house to celebrate ‘No More Wet Beds Day’!” I giggled. A parade! That sounded like fun. As we walked towards the kitchen, I couldn’t stop smiling. The sun felt warmer, the air felt fresher, and my pajamas felt wonderfully, gloriously dry. I felt like I could do anything. Maybe I would even try building a magnificent sandcastle today, a sandcastle that wasn’t made of soggy pajamas and damp sheets. The world, I decided, was a much better place when it wasn’t a swamp. And I, Leo, was a much happier boy when my bed was dry.