Alice is still having problems with bladder containment. In the last two days, she’s managed to pee on top of the lid of the toilet in our bathroom (she apparently didn’t have time to open it — “I really had to go, Dad”) and peed in our bed after falling asleep with Mom. I didn’t discover this until I climbed in to bed and realized there’s more than one meaning for “the wet spot”. Alice had gotten out of our bed and gone to her own without noticing this, except that she discarded her soaked underwear in the middle of the hallway en route. In the morning, she didn’t explicitly deny the whole thing but did claim “I don’t remember doing that”. Alice was unable to provide any other plausible suspects so I was unwavering in my blame.