A couple of weeks ago, The Man and I had to put our foot (our feet?) down and say no more bathroom videos. I was extremely worried about the suddenness and severity of our decision, but there was no going back — I could only hope for the best, and merely wonder how we would handle anything else.
You know what? So far, so good.
He hasn’t tried to sneak the iPad in anywhere, and in fact, has dropped the habit of bringing it along everywhere, except to Grammy’s for his weekly sleepover. He will still head straight for the bathroom whenever we stop somewhere, but that’s completely fine as long as he’s not recording anything.
The obsession with toilets themselves is still alive and kicking, but has abated somewhat, replaced to some extent by Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I can’t complain about that a bit.
I’m more than a little surprised at his response, and cautiously hopeful that this will not return to bite us. Here’s hoping!