“Lola (grandma), please sleep with me. I’m afraid of the dark. I’m afraid of the ghosts.” Okay, my dear, as I snuggle in his warm bed. With some patting and gentle rub Like a log, he’s sleeping, that sweet

I woke up this morning, with these words from my 4-year old grandson: “Sorry, Lola. I peed on the trash can. I didn’t want to wet my clothes I didn’t want to wet the bed.” What response can I give to this