Yesterday while we were in town, a little girl who shall remain nameless at least in word needed to use the bathroom. I tried to convince her that she could wait till we got home, but she successfully convinced me that she could not wait until we got home.

It was dark, so I pulled over into a park, and she ran out of the car. Apparently she was just a bit too late, and her pants got wet a bit. She was hysterical, crying with heaving sobs, barely able to walk back to the van. Molly jumped out the back door, and walked her sister to the van, her arm protectively holding her little sister around the shoulders. 

As the little one got in the car, sobbing, sobbing, sobbing, her sisters tried to comfort her (this was one time the boys showed wisdom in remaining absolutely silent).

"It's ok, sister," said Molly. "It happens to everyone. It's even happened to me."

"I don't care," cried Sister. "I don't want it to happen to me!"

"I wet the bed till I was almost 8," said Jills. "Sometimes we just can't help it. You don't have to be so sad."

"Yeah," said Molly. "I wet the bed till I was 3. But I had accidents after that. Everyone has accidents. Even the President of the United States had accidents when he was a little boy."

"Molly," said Jill, "I do not think that was proper."

I laughed so hard that I drowned out Sister's sobbing! Oh my!

Sister told me later that her sisters needed more practice in encouraging and comforting because she didn't think they should talk about how the whole world has accidents. It's just so embarassing.