Jake, the older brother, holds up a pair of sheets, waving them playfully. Eli, the younger brother, squirms and clutches his pillow, cheeks pink. "You really wet the bed again, Eli? Maybe you should just wear diapers like a baby!" Eli looks away, lips pressed together, as Jake's laughter echoes through the room.

Eli's eyes are watery, and he mutters softly to himself. "It's not fair. Why does he always have to be so mean about it?" He glances toward the hallway, determination flickering in his gaze as an idea begins to form.

Eli tiptoes closer, his heart pounding. He opens the book and whispers softly, following the instructions with trembling hands. "Jake, you are getting sleepy... When you hear the word 'bedtime,' you will start to wet the bed just like me..." The room is still, and Jake murmurs in his sleep, unaware of the subtle change taking place.

"What the—? No way..." Jake stares at his bed, cheeks burning. "Looks like someone had an accident," Eli says, trying to hide his amusement.

"Eli, did you... did you do something to me last night?" "Maybe this will teach you not to make fun of others," Eli replies, his voice laced with newfound confidence. Their mother raises an eyebrow, sensing something unspoken between the brothers.

Jake breaks the silence, his voice softer. "I'm sorry for teasing you, Eli. I didn't realize how bad it made you feel." "It's okay. Just... let's not make fun of each other anymore," Eli answers, his eyes warm. The boys share a tentative smile, a new understanding forming between them as the evening deepens.