So Wednesday night, after getting back from DC, I went to Rogan's room to tuck him in. Something didn't smell right, and bed-wetting has been a problem in the past. He doesn't always tell us when he wets the bed, either because he's embarrased or because he doesn't want to go through the trouble of stripping his bed. "Rogan, did you maybe wet the bed while I was gone?" I asked cautiously.
Without missing a beat, he replied, "No Mom, that's the smell of depression!"