When the morning light hit his eyes, Dennis knew he wet 
his bed. "Again?" he thought to himself. "Why am I wetting?" 
He took off his white briefs and was stretching to get out 
of bed.
	His dad came into his room. "Hiya, champ," his dad, Mr. 
Eisberg said. "How are you feeling?"
	Dennis sighed and said, "Dad, I wet the bed again last 
night. I'm sorry. What is wrong with me."
	His dad said, "Nothing, Dennis. I was a bedwetter and 
you aren't the only one. Come on, Dennis, let me show you 
something that Sue showed me." He gave his son a hug.
	"Dad," Dennis said, "Did you wet in the daytime when 
you were my age? I came close twice this week. I hope I am 
not sick."
	His dad said, "If you are sick, then I've been sick for 
35 years. I got to tell you something, Dennis. I still wet 
my bed. Your dad, a business owner, is a bedwetter. I 
stopped wetting nightly when I was 23, but I still wore 
diapers until I was 26. Your mom was okay with it, but that 
is one reason why we divorced. Your mom couldn't stand me 
wetting the bed. She hated my diapers I wore, but she hated 
my wetting."
	"So you wet still, dad?" Dennis asked.
	"Yes," his dad answered. "I'm glad Sue doesn't get 
upset with my bedwetting. Sue knows that you are one."
	"You told your girlfriend that I'm a bedwetter?" Dennis 
answered. "How could you?" Dennis walked out of his room and 
walked to the bathroom. He slammed the bathroom door.
	"Dennis," his dad said. "I'm sorry. I want you to know 
that Sue understands. She showed me something on the 
INTERNET. Do you know what Sue does?"
	Dennis sniffed and said, "Mom said that she worked in a 
store. Dad, why did KiScott beat mom to death? I thought he 
loved her." Dennis mom, Denise Starr-Eisberg was murdered by 
KiScott Jefferson about a month and a half ago. Dennis was 
at his dad, so Dennis was sad when the police and dad told 
him.
	His dad said, "Sue works for herself. She makes 
clothes. Would you like to see something Sue showed me 
yesterday. She is coming over with her boys."
	"Sure," Dennis said, "I guess she will know I'm an 
IDIOT for being a bedwetter."
	"Dennis," his dad said, "Sue likes you and Kyle, Steven 
and Adam like you, too. Come on into my room and I'll show 
you some sites." Dennis put his arm around his dad and they 
walked into his dad's bedroom. On the bed was two diapers 
and plastic pants. They sat down at the computer.
	Dennis's dad got to a web site called "3 boys' 
Playpen." and watched Dennis' reaction. Dennis looked at his 
dad and said, "That is Kyle, Steven and Adam? Why did they 
name it that?"
	His dad said, "Look at the reason." He let Dennis read 
their statement and saw the index. Dennis looked at his dad 
and said, "They are more?"
	Suddenly, an IM came to their screen. 'Hi Dennis," the 
note read. "I hope you know you aren't the only one. Try AOL 
Teen Bedwetters or DPF teen Chat and read - besides the 
stories we have - DIAPERNH's stories and the best stories - 
DEEKERS." Dennis looked at his dad and said, "Wow."
	The IM continued on, "Oh Dad, Mom said we'll be over in 
an half hour. See you later, Dad and Dennis."
	Dennis looked at his dad and said, "They are 
bedwetters? I can't believe it!" He looked at the pictures 
of Kyle sitting at the beach when he was younger - or so 
Dennis thought. He took a close look at Kyle and said, "He 
looks the same then as he does now. When was this taken when 
he was 2?"
	His dad said, "Look at Steve's shirt. You can find the 
date of the picture." Dennis looked at the picture and said, 
"Wow, last year? he was dressed like that? Wow, Steve is 
dressed in diapers too. Wow!