Diary of Wes: Triumph of the Tiny Trailblazer

Dear Diary,

Guess what? It's me, Wes, and I'm 5 years old now! I've got a ton of stuff to tell you, so get ready for the most epic entry ever!

So, remember how I used to have that pesky problem with wetting the bed? Well, I thought I had it beat, but then it came back for a bit. Dad used this big word - "relapse." I think it means when you think you've won, but the problem sneaks up on you like a ninja. Anyway, the awesome news is that I finally, FINALLY kicked that problem to the curb! No more waking up feeling like I went swimming in my pajamas!

To celebrate this massive victory (Dad's words, not mine), I decided to do something super brave at daycare. When Mr. Johnson asked who wanted to be the line leader, I didn't just raise my hand - I practically jumped out of my shoes! I shot my arm up so fast, I almost gave Tommy a high-five to the face. Oops! Sorry, Tommy!

You should've seen Mr. Johnson's face. His eyebrows went up so high, they almost flew off his head! I bet he was thinking, "Is this the same Wes who used to hide behind the bookshelf during story time?" You betcha, Mr. J! This is Wes 2.0 - new and improved!

So there I was, standing at the front of the line, feeling like a superhero. I puffed out my chest so much, I probably looked like a little Superman (minus the cape, but maybe I should ask Mom to make me one). I led our class to the playground like a pro. Left, right, left, right - we marched like we were in a parade. I even added a little bounce to my step, just to show everyone how awesome being the line leader is.

Even Billy the Bully looked impressed. He usually tries to sneak to the front, but not today! I gave him my best "don't even think about it, buddy" look. And guess what? It worked like a charm! Billy actually stayed in his spot. Dad would be so proud - he's always telling me to stand up for myself.

At lunchtime, I was munching on my PB&J when I overheard Mr. Johnson talking to Mr. Smith. He said, "Wes has really come out of his shell." At first, I was confused. Shell? Do I look like a turtle? But then I realized he meant I'm braver now. And you know what? He's right!

After lunch, we had art time. I drew a picture of myself as the line leader, complete with a shiny badge and a big smile. Mr. Johnson liked it so much, he put it on the "Star Artists" wall. I can't wait for Dad to see it at the next parent-teacher night!

When Dad picked me up, I was bursting with excitement. I told him everything - how I led the line, stood up to Billy (kind of), and got my art on the wall. Dad's smile was so big, I thought his face might split in half! He gave me a high-five and said, "That's my boy!" Then, he did something awesome - we stopped for ice cream on the way home. Double scoops of chocolate chip cookie dough! (Don't tell Mom about the extra scoop, it's our secret!)

At home, I helped Dad make dinner. He let me stir the spaghetti sauce, and I only splashed a little bit on the counter. Progress, right? While we were cooking, I told Dad about my next big plan - I want to be the class helper next week. He said if I keep this up, we might get that puppy I've been asking for. Fingers crossed, toes crossed, and even my eyes crossed!

Before bed, I made sure to use the bathroom, just in case. But you know what? I wasn't even worried. I knew I had this in the bag. Or rather, not in the bed! I climbed into my dry, cozy bed feeling like the king of the world.

Today was beyond awesome. I faced my fears, led the line, stood up to a bully (sort of), got my art on the wall, and scored extra ice cream. Plus, my bed is dry! Life is pretty amazing when you're 5 and finally figuring things out.

That's all for now, Diary. I've got to go practice my line leading skills for tomorrow. I'm going to teach Rex, my stuffed dinosaur, how it's done. Who knows, maybe one day I'll be leading parades or something!

Oh, and one last thing - Dad says if I keep this up, we might get that puppy I've been asking for. I'm going to dream about what I'll name him tonight. Maybe "Leader"? Or "Dry Dog"? Okay, maybe not that last one.

Goodnight, Diary. Tomorrow's going to be another great day - I can feel it in my now-dry pajamas!

- Wes, The Amazing Line Leader (and Dry Bed Champion)

P.S. I wonder if they give out trophies for not wetting the bed? I should ask Mr. Johnson about that tomorrow. A gold star would look pretty cool next to my name!