I was prepared for, if not able to handle very well, the crying and screaming and demanding the wet shirt be put back on (btw 1-2-3 magic does NOT work on a recently awakened and very cranky child). I was very used to the request to accompany him downstairs for his chocolate milk. After all, 5:30am is morning to him, and he's "too scared" to go alone (a tactic he's totally copied from his brother).
But what I was so NOT ready for was the, how shall I delicately put it, the small but quite, uh, stiff erection that caused him to wake up and and cry out "it's hurting my penis" when I tried to put the new pull up on. He kept pulling the pull up back down, until I eventually just sat him up to wait for it to come back down. There I was, soothing him and telling him it would be okay. As the only female in the household I REALLY do not think that was my job.