Fortunate Accident

Sometimes the fates conspire to save us from our own stupidity. Such was the case this morning when Aaron set his alarm clock for 4:45 PM instead of AM in order to make it to the airport for his flight to Minnesota. Someone up there must have known we needed a little push and so Lizzy came into our room to inform us in her big loud voice (she never whispers at 4:30 in the morning) that she had wet the bed. I got up and took care of it. Aaron, like most men, has the gift of selective hearing and didn't budge. I wondered briefly if he should be getting up soon and then promptly fell back asleep. Obviously, we needed one more little push, because at 5:45 Andrew let out a loud wail informing us that he, too, had wet the bed. This time Aaron nearly lept out of bed, realizing that he should have left at least a half hour ago. So thank you to whomever made my kids wet the bed and saved us from ourselves. I don't know if I will ever say that again so I'd better say it one more time. I'm thankful that my kids wet the bed. I didn't want to miss anything so I came along to snap a photo of Aaron making a mad dash.