When Henry wets the bed, he’ll tell us, “I leaked.” I think he got that wording from before he was potty trained and we would ask him if his diaper had leaked, and we’ve never corrected him because we think it’s funny.
A couple weeks ago he came in our room in the morning and told us he had leaked.
“Okay. Does your sheet need to be changed?”
“Does your pillow case need to be changed, too?”
“No! My head didn’t leak.”