at 11:04 p.m. He's been asleep for two hours. Mother and father listen carefully, as there was a bit of a bump and a bang as the kid got out of bed and tumbled himself down the hall to his bathroom.
Then there was the sound of liquid. But the liquid didn't seem to be hitting water.
"That doesn't sound right," Mom says.
"No, no it doesn't," Dad agrees, getting up and taking his laptop with him (no lie).
There, at the end of the hall, with the lights on, is their son, eyes shut, hands on the counter, naked from the waist down, standing on his little step stool in front of the sink, peeing all over the floor.
The father says his name. The child's eyes flutter open. And dutifully, the son reaches forward and turns on the sink to wash his hands.
He wakes up a little more, but only enough to start taking off his slightly wet shirt. His mother helps, tucks him back into bed and cleans up the pee on the floor laughing the whole time.