I just removed the last of the plastic toilet lid locks from the upstairs commode. This means the end of our elderly relatives trapped in our bathrooms, pants pooled around their ankles, crying for help, and the awkward queries from desperate guests at parties. Erik finally seems to have ceased his obsession with self-inflicted swirlies.
As long as Erik continues to stim
/spin, however, the toilet paper rolls will remain under spring loaded guards for likely the next decade. And I'm okay with that. Because, by now, I'm used to screaming "Lift the tab!" through closed doors. Beyond that, you're on your own around here.
This is a momentous occasion, indeed.
Labels: spinning, stimming, Williams syndrome