Further proof that children are just little drunk adults....laying in bed watching a show about black holes, mrs00 out like a light, and I see little00 in the hallway (from my bed spot, I have a straight shot view into his room). Start to get up, 'cause usually he'll come into our room and say what he needs, but I head that way, and he goes into the bathroom.
Tell Mrs.00 that he just got up and went into the bathroom, she's all "cool", since it's better than coming into our room to announce that he needs to go pee, and then we tell him to go, then.
Go to check on him, and he got half of the going to the bathroom routine done, and half of the washing hands afterwards done...he has his pants down and he's going pee....standing on the stepstool in front of the sink, whizzing down the front of the cabinet.
Then he woke up more, got confused and went into a crying jag, Mrs00 helped him get some new undies on and calmed him while I cleaned up the mess.
One night when I was about 5 or 6, I had to pee and our bathroom was downstairs and my room was upstairs. Next to the bathroom was a small walk-in closet. I was sleepwalking and I apparently walked into the closet and slammed the door shut.
My mom says she woke up and yelled my name. Their bedroom door was right next to the closet, perpendicular to it, so they could see down the hall. So she had seen me walk into the closet. I then must have realized where I was, but was still asleep. I then walked into their room and flipped on the light. Mom yelled at me again and I woke up, thankfully before I started peeing.