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!