Duct Tape, Use # 253
The phone rings. "I thought I'd give you the heads up on a new behaviour Darcy's developed over the last couple of weeks," his mother tells me, "and I didn't want him overhearing the conversation. He's been having his bowel movement during afternoon nap, and then he's trying to take care of matters himself. He's making the most disgusting messes everywhere, and his dad is ready to slaughter him. We just thought you'd better be forewarned." My words of wisdom are two. "Duct tape," I pronounce. "Really?!" The relief in her voice is palpable. "I dreamt about that only last night, and woke up thinking, 'I can't really do that, can I?'" One of my nicer roles: giving parents permission to do what they want to do. In this case, what they've dreamed of doing!