Old Stuffies

The End

Mirabel felt like she was being shaken, she opened her eyes groaning.

"Wake up!"

"Can we just pour water on her? I mean she's already wet so-"

"No!"

Mirabel stood sitting up. "W-What?"

"Mirabel!"

Mirabel opened her eyes and it was all blurry, until small hands put on her glasses.

Mirabel blinked, she was back in her room, she looked at her sisters and cousins. They were back to normal.

"Oh it worked?" Mirabel asked.

"Apparently." Luisa said.

"Hm." Mirabel felt a smell hit her, it was urine, she looked down and saw a dark spot on her blankets.

"Oh don't tell me I'd wet the bed?" Mirabel asked.

"You did." Camilo said.

Isabela put her hand on Mirabel's shoulder. "If it makes you feel better, we all wet the bed."

"It does a little."

"Ugh my head hurts." Dolores said. "This has been so crazy."

"We're Madrigals, when will something not be crazy." Mirabel said.

Dolores shrugged. "Good point."

Mirabel got off her bed and took off her beddings. "Guess we have some washing to do."

"Yeah."

"Hey, can one of you do my laundry?" Mirabel asked.

"Ah sure why?" Luisa asked

Mirabel grabbed some clean clothes. "I'm going back in the attic, I need to go to the toys, fix them up a bit."

"Oh...."

"Yeah."

-S⃫-

Bruno fell backwards with laughter, as the grandchildren ignored putting their beddings in the laundry basket.

"Let me get this straight." Bruno laughed. "All six of you wet the bed! HAHAHAHAHA!"

"Mamá!" All of them whined.

"Bruno, leave them alone, accidents happen." Julieta said, she looked over at her two daughters with concern. "Are you two okay?"

"Yes Mamá." Isabela mumbled. "Like you said, accidents happen."

"For someone who is twenty-one." Bruno laughed.

Isabela rolled her eyes.

"If it makes you kids feel better, Bruno wet the bed when he was fifteen." Pepa said.

"HA!"

"Hey!" Bruno blushed.

"It's true little brother."

"Ten minutes! Ten minutes!"

"Ten minutes is ten minutes." Pepa grinned drinking her coffee

Alma shook her head. "Where's Mirabel?"

"Sewing." Dolores said.

"Sewing what?" Pepa asked.

"Just fixing our baby toys so they can go to daycare." Antonio said.

"Oh you're getting rid of them?" Félix asked.

"We're not little kids anymore Papí." Dolores said. "Anymore."