The crisis for Charles this week has been that he ran out of fluoride mouth rinse. He can’t use Corwin’s because it “tastes yucky”. It would be that much of a bother if it didn’t cause Charles to get stuck in the bathroom, anchored by dumb misery to the point where he can no longer function. It requires parental intervention every day to get him over it. I can only hope we manage to procure more of this essential to life substance in the near future.
I do wonder if, in the future, Charles might fall prey to the standard geek trap. We have been working on having Charles bathe himself, but we still have to wash his hair. I fear the day when he has to do that himself and he reads the instructions —
We will definitely have to set a timer1.
1 If you don’t get it you don’t hang out with sufficiently geeky people. Try reading it more literally, with less human understanding.
