Rachel gets the concept of going to the bathroom at night, but unfortunately doesn't always follow through. A couple of weeks ago I installed night lights in her bedroom (a red one, a gift from my friend Jeannette who lived in Tokyo for a couple of years and makes Rachel's room look like a bordello, Drew says) and one in the bathroom (a cool one that automatically lights up in the dark and shuts down when it's light) so she could see her way clear. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.
She peed in her bed over the weekend and explained, "My body didn't goed pee, it was my brain."
She peed in her bed last night and this morning told Drew, "The bed wanted me to pee."
I think that's her way of explaining her embarrassment, to blame it on something other than herself. She really wants to wear underwear full-time, but, as I told Drew, "the bed wants you to wear Pull-Ups for a while," so we're back to those for the forseeable future.
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