Grandma May simply had too many grandsons.

“No. Nana didn’t say anything bad about you. You shouldn’t think of Nana that way.”

Camryn flashed a smile at Grandma May as she spoke to Callum.

Grandma May deliberately raised her voice. “Callum loved wetting the bed when he was young, Camryn. He still did it even when he was five or six years old. He always said he was looking for a bathroom in his dreams and only cared about relieving himself once he found one.”

“Nana!” Callum yelled into the phone.

“I, I was still a kid at that time.”

Callum defended himself.

Well, out of all the York boys, he did wet himself the most.

The others no longer wet the bed after their first steps and syllables.

They would use the bathroom before bedtime and sleep soundly through the night.

On the other hand, Callum had to drink water before he slept, but he would not go to the bathroom. Therefore, he often wetted the bed.

Nevertheless, five or six years old was still a child.

It was not as