"Mummy!" Johnny screamed when he woke up that morning in a wet bed.
"Oh, Johnny Boy, that's okay! You go hop in the shower, and I'll clean up the bed."
When he got out, his face was all red and tear stained.
"Listen, Buddy, you're fine! Mummy's not mad at you for wetting the bed. It was a simple accident! You don't have to cry."
"Mummy not mad at me?"
"Not at all! I love you, Johnny, always!" I grinned, kissing his cheek.
"I love you to, Mummy."
"I bet I love you even more, my cute little Johnny."
"Mummy loves me!" he giggled, clapping his chubby hands.
I scooped him up and tickled his belly, causing him to errupt in a giggle fit.
"Stop, Mummy, it tickle!"
"Okay, why don't you go play?"
