I’ve got a water filter installed in the sink that Marlo can access when she stands on a stool. So right there in that sentence are two very bad ideas: water filter, stool. This kid would sit in a puddle of water all day long or carry that puddle with her if she were required to get up and move. She loves to fill containers with water and then empty them, usually not in the sink. I’m constantly saying, “No more water. No. Stop. No more. No more water, Marlo. MARLO.” And her response is always, “Justht one more time. A little bit.”

Fine. One more time. Just a little bit.

Which means she continued this for the next hour.