Sharing a room with your brother must be complicated. As my husband and I lay in bed this morning, dreaming of the day when we wouldn’t have to get up if we didn’t want to, we heard Hal call out on his way to the bathroom.
“Daddy! Daryl peed on my bed!”
This gave us pause. Before Daddy could respond…
“No I didn’t!!” was called out from their bedroom.
“Daryl,” my husband said, “why did you pee on Hal’s bed?”
“Yes he did!”
“Daryl, why did you pee on Hal’s bed?”
“I didn’t! It was water.” Some faint giggling accompanied the protest.
“Why do you have water on Hal’s bed?”
“Because I have a cup of water.”
“Why do you have a cup of water on Hal’s bed?”
Some more giggling from their room.
Then Hal called from the bathroom, “It wasn’t water! I saw stuff coming out of his penis!”
“Daryl!” called my husband in feigned seriousness, “Why do you have a cup of water coming out of your penis?”
Daryl giggled some more but didn’t reply. Hal didn’t renew his complaint either. So either Hal is relatively OK with his brother peeing on his bed, or he didn’t really believe that’s what happened any more than the rest of us did.