So shouted DS1 in his room this evening. Not our best day.
Everything was fine, until he wet himself while playing lego star wars on the computer. (He's 5. He's been dry for years.) And then I made him stop playing.
He blamed the fact he'd wet himself on me! Apparently I need to remind him to go to the loo!
Because the whole thing was so so strange, I found myself fighting to not laugh, rather than fighting to control my temper ...