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PANEL ONE: DAVE and his MOM watching TV. Dave is fidgety, crossing his legs on the couch.

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I couldn’t stop thinking about things all during supper, and TV time with mom.

PANEL TWO: Beads of sweat appear on DAVE’s forehead as he stares intensely, his face blushing.

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Couldn’t stop thinking about wetting my bed. Was I actually serious about going through with this?

PANEL THREE: DAVE looks over at his mom, but beyond her, he sees himself in a mirror.

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Mom would probably think I was being a big baby...but then I caught a look at myself in the mirror, and it hit me:

PANEL FOUR: DAVE posed beside his crib, as if for inspection (he’s imagining it).

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I’m eighteen. I still wear rubber pants. I still have accidents (of a different kind maybe, but still accidents). I sleep in a crib.

PANEL FIVE: DAVE’s MOM gives him a glass of chocolate milk.

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...and my mommy still gives me chocolate milk before bed.

PANEL SIX: DAVE realizes the truth: He’s a big baby.

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Holy crap. I was a big baby. For real, and I’d never even noticed it! But put all those things together and...wow.

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