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It was dark, in the wee hours of the morning, when three year old Jolie McGarrett pushed open her parents' bedroom door.
She heard nothing, but her eyes were swiftly adjusting to the gloom. She could see the outline of bodies on the bed.
It was strange, she pondered. They looked higher than usual, plus they were moving backwards and forwards.
Moving herself up to the side of the bed, she discovered that her Daddy was on top of her Mummy. They didn't seem to be doing much, just looking at each other and moving backwards and forwards.
She watched in interest when her Daddy leaned down and kissed her Mummy – just like he always did – but it went on for a long time.
Tired of waiting, she reached forward and tapped Daddy on his shoulder.
She jumped back when he startled. Both her parents turned to her and she looked at them, wondering why they were both breathing heavily.
It was her mother who signed, moving her arms from around Daddy's neck. "Yeah?"
"I wet the bed."
"We'll be there soon."
She wondered why it took a while for her parents to come and make it again.
Finito.