The worst job I hate performing at night is waking my four-year-old brother, Peter, to go and urinate. But unfortunately for me my mum always makes me do it. She makes sure I make him pee before putting him to bed and make sure I go with him to pee whenever he wakes up at the middle of the night. Sometimes whenever she notice him turning and twirling on the bed, her motherly instincts tells her he wants to urinate. But I don't know if it's her motherly instincts that makes her to wake me up to take him to the bathroom.

One faithful night, Peter woke up by himself to pee, or so i thought. I was busy with my phone and I felt so lazy to go with him, so I just told him to go and pee. Few seconds later, I started hearing droplets of liquid coming from the wrong direction, instead of the toilet. I ran in shock to the kitchen only to find Peter urinating in the refrigerator.

It took me all night cleaning the refrigerator to realize he was sleep walking. This drama happened other times when he urinated at the entrance of our house from the inside and also when he urinated at our inner corridor.

Cleaning these mess made me realize that guiding him to pee was much more worth it. After a while, the path leading to the toilet was registered in his subconscious and he never urinated in the wrong place. But the drama didn't still end there, because even after finding the toilet, he many at times urinated in the buckets, rather than the WC.