Think back to early elementary school. Do you remember what that was like?
You had to ask the teacher before you could do anything.
Before you could get up. Before you could get another sheet of paper. Before you could use the bathroom.
You had to raise your hand…
You then had to hope that the teacher would say that you could use the bathroom. If your prayers were answered and she said “yes,” you were handed a hall pass that was some hideous, large trinket.
Sometimes the teacher didn’t get to a raised hand in time. That was always a disaster. A classmate’s bladder letting loose and creating a puddle beneath the desk.
To an adult this sounds insane. Why didn’t the child get up and go to the bathroom? Why did he wait until it was too late?