Chewbacca

I opened the closet door as my daughter climbed out of her bed. The smell of urine filled the entire room. I turned to face her. She stood in front of me in her Holly Hobby nightgown, looking innocent and sweet with those big, brown eyes. The Chewbacca doll she insisted on sleeping with every night dangled at her side.

"Sweetie?" I said, trying to keep the anger from seeping into my voice.

"Yes, mommy?"

"Did you wet the bed?"

She chewed on a finger. "No."

I put my hand on my hips.

"Chewbacca did it."