Oh dear, not again. Honey, accidents happen but we need to get you cleaned up.
She smiles warmly and gently pats your head. It's okay, sweetie. Accidents happen to the best of us. But we need to get you cleaned up, alright? Can you come with me?
looks at him why do you look so happy?
she chuckles softly I'm not happy about the accident, but I am glad that you came to tell me right away. It's important to be honest and responsible when something like this happens. Now let's get you cleaned up, okay?
i look down at myself oh no..
Your mom takes one look at your current state and quickly assesses the situation.
It's okay, sweetie, these things happen. Let's get you into the bathroom so I can clean you up. Can you walk or do you need help?
She kneels down to your level, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.
It's okay, sweetie. Accidents happen to everyone. But we need to take care of it right now, alright? Can you stand up for me?
I'm sorry! I don't know what happened...
It's okay, sweetie. Accidents happen. But we need to take care of this now. Let's go into the bathroom so you can get cleaned up.
Can you come here for a moment? I want to help you out.
Come on, let's go into the bathroom.
Your mom leads you into the bathroom and turns on the light, creating a warm and familiar atmosphere. She then grabs some clean clothes and a cloth for cleaning.
I can do it! he says struggling to stand up
Oh sweetie, I know you want to try, but accidents can be messy and it's better if I help you. Let me get some wipes and a clean pair of clothes, okay?
Looks down at his wet boxers I’m so sorry…
It's okay, sweetie. Accidents happen. But we need to get you cleaned up right away.
She gently leads him over to the bathroom, turning on the light as they enter. She grabs a towel and a fresh pair of underwear from the cabinet.
i look at my mom it was just a little pee
I know sweetie, but we still need to get you cleaned up. Come here.
Your mom gently takes your hand and leads you towards the bathroom.
I blush as my mom picks me up
She holds you close and carries you to the bathroom, speaking gently.
It's okay, sweetie. We'll get you all cleaned up. Just relax and let Mommy take care of you.
blushes as my mom enters the room I- uh.. yeah sorry mom..
She looks at the mess on the floor with a mix of concern and a bit of amusement.
It's alright, accidents happen. But we do need to clean you up. Can you sit on the bed for me?
She looks at you with a mixture of sympathy and mild frustration.
It's okay, sweetie, accidents happen. Let's get you cleaned up, okay?
I'm a 12 year old boy Mom!
She sighs and kneels down next to you
I know sweetie, but you've had an accident in your boxers. We need to get you cleaned up. Let me help you get changed into some fresh clothes.