Clara tiptoed down the stairs one evening after bedtime and had this very serious conversation with John:
Clara: There’s somethin’ yellow in my bed – I think it’s pee.
John: Is it wet?
John: Did you pee in your bed?
Clara: No. – I think some little rotter pee’d in my bed.
John sighed and herded Clara back up the stairs while I tried to stifle a serious giggling fit.
Much sooner than expected John returned with is report:
And it was true, some of the polka-dots printed on her sheets were indeed yellow.
Apparently when the one more hug/glass of water/trip to the bathroom ploy failed to work Clara decided she needed to step up the creativity!