Dear Sage,

You peed on the couch today.

This is something that I don't want to forget. Not because it was funny or even brings a small smile to my mouth, just because someday, when you are doing something that I can't even think what it might be. I want to be able to respond with, you peed on the couch.

I was getting ready for the day in the bathroom and yelled at you to remember to go potty if you needed to. When I came out to the living room, you were laying on the couch and looked up at me with your half sad look and said "Me wet." That was the understatement of the year. You were soaked and laying in your own pee. Two days ago, you didn't have one accident all day, not even a whoops I started and now I am running to the bathroom accident. Same pair of underwear all day long. I was ready to buy you that guitar. Yesterday, you peed your pants twice. I wasn't sure of the circumstances and gave you the benefit of the doubt that you couldn't get your pants down by yourself. The first time, I was in the basement switching the laundry, the second, I was getting Kolby ready for bed. I should have known better the second time since the pee was right by the bookcase and there was no attempt at your pants or underwear being pulled down. But today, you were laying in your own urine, on the couch.

I immediately called my mom, your grandma, and she told me to 1) calm down 2) spank your bottom. I think you are lucky she answered her phone because I don't know what would have happened if she didn't answer but we probably wouldn't have had a fun morning at the park and instead we would have all been miserable and mad at each other at home.

I will always love you, Sage, even when you pee on my couch. Someday, I expect a replacement.

Love,

Mamma