"Mummy!" Ritchie screamed.
"Oh, Darling! What's wrong?"
"Accident," he murmured.
"Oh, Honey Pie, that's no big deal! Mum will get you all clean."
"Paulie, you've had three bottles. Do you need the potty?" Jane asked the wiggling boy.
"I fine."
"You've got a pretty good peepee dance going on. Are you sure?"
"Positive!" he snapped, arms crossed.
"Macca, you know I don't accept that kind of behavior."
"I sorry, Mummy," he replied, giving her the eyes.
"Aw, I forgive you, but are you sure you don't wanna try you're potty?"
"I try potty," but when she scooped him up, hissing was heard, and his face turned pink.
"Oops," he squeaked.
"I'll get you clean, Love Bug," she grinned.
"Mummy, I think I, um..." John's voice trailed off.
"Did my darling boy have an accident?" Cynthia cooed.
"Yeah, in my sleep."
"It's okay! We all make mistakes."
"I gonna get better," he grinned.
"That's my Johnny."
"Geo, don't cry! Mummy isn't mad at you!" Pattie hushed.
"Really?"
"Really! It's not wrong to have a wee wee accident. And after all you tried your hardest to hold it. So, you get your favorite strawberry ice cream with plenty of jelly babies and sprinkles on top. I'll get you cleaned up so you can enjoy."
"Yay!"
