Murrmurr
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- Sacramento, California
So my 13yr-old grandson came to spend this past weekend with Grampa Murr and he asked if his buddy could stay over on Saturday night. This kid is also 13, lives here at these apartments, and he and my grandson have been tight friends for a few years or so. The kid’s mom works in healthcare and she’s an almost overly-protective mother so I don’t have any COVID fears, and the kid has come to visit me just to shoot the breeze for a half hour or so, even his little Chihuahua comes to visit, so I said "Yeah, sure."
So the grandson gets out the folding cot and we put a clean sheet and the guest pillow on there. Then the kid ran home to get a few things, including his own blanket, a fairly thick comforter. So, ok, g’night boys, don’t be up all night.
It was afternoon the next day when the grandson and I start folding up the cot and his friend quickly jumps in to help. He grabs the mattress, but he’s putting it in wrong – you have to make sure the ends of it straddle the center leg bar. So I take it from him to fold it in half, and it’s wet in the center.
The kid has a bedwetting problem. He didn’t make eye contact with me while he explained this, adding that’s why he brought his own blanket. He thought it’d be thick enough to protect the mattress. Except he totally slept under it.
Well, the poor kid, really. Some kids have this problem, right? So I was sympathetic without being overly sympathetic. I told him my older brother had the same issue, it happens, no sweat, and the mattress is washable. As is the sheet. But while I was being all cool about it, it was slowly dawning on me that this kid didn’t change his clothes. It was around 2pm when we folded up that cot and he’d been sitting on my couch, in an upholstered chair, and at the breakfast table in his urine pants. They couldn’t have been any drier than the mattress was. But, I mean, who looks *down there*, right? Plus his pants were black.
I get why he didn’t give me a heads up…he’s a kid and I’m not (well, not in any visible way), my grandson’s his BF and was standing right there. But you’d think the kid’s mom would have called or text me, or taken me aside and said something about it. She has my number, whenever we see each other outside we chat, she’s brought me a plate of food a couple times, and we chatted. And she lives right over there!
So the grandson gets out the folding cot and we put a clean sheet and the guest pillow on there. Then the kid ran home to get a few things, including his own blanket, a fairly thick comforter. So, ok, g’night boys, don’t be up all night.
It was afternoon the next day when the grandson and I start folding up the cot and his friend quickly jumps in to help. He grabs the mattress, but he’s putting it in wrong – you have to make sure the ends of it straddle the center leg bar. So I take it from him to fold it in half, and it’s wet in the center.
The kid has a bedwetting problem. He didn’t make eye contact with me while he explained this, adding that’s why he brought his own blanket. He thought it’d be thick enough to protect the mattress. Except he totally slept under it.
Well, the poor kid, really. Some kids have this problem, right? So I was sympathetic without being overly sympathetic. I told him my older brother had the same issue, it happens, no sweat, and the mattress is washable. As is the sheet. But while I was being all cool about it, it was slowly dawning on me that this kid didn’t change his clothes. It was around 2pm when we folded up that cot and he’d been sitting on my couch, in an upholstered chair, and at the breakfast table in his urine pants. They couldn’t have been any drier than the mattress was. But, I mean, who looks *down there*, right? Plus his pants were black.
I get why he didn’t give me a heads up…he’s a kid and I’m not (well, not in any visible way), my grandson’s his BF and was standing right there. But you’d think the kid’s mom would have called or text me, or taken me aside and said something about it. She has my number, whenever we see each other outside we chat, she’s brought me a plate of food a couple times, and we chatted. And she lives right over there!