WIPE YOUR PUN, PEABRAIN.

When my brother and I were of the bed-wetting age, my parents purchased a high-tech device supposedly intended for everyone's benefit. I think I recall it being a vinyl-covered metal pad that was placed on the mattress beneath the sheets on my bed. When liquid (such as the urine of a six-year-old) came into contact with this pad, it would blare out a horrific 80s-electronic-gadget-buzzer sound. One of my parents would then rush in with fresh sheets, help me change clothes, and re-dress the bed so I could enjoy warm, dry sleep until morning. I only recalled all of this yesterday, and, despite knowing my parents' intentions behind it, am left wondering what good could really come of such a thing. Somehow an entire household being jolted from sleep by a death-defying alarm only meant to signify my soiling of the sheets doesn't seem like it could bring about any good. What kind of sick world did I grow up in? I should go ask my parents where they got that thing and what happened to it in the end.