I asked B if she wanted Markus (out knight in shining armour neighbor) to try to get it off. She said yes, and next door we went. Markus gets cudos for not laughing by the way. He tried with no luck. He then suggested that we rub some oil on her ears. No luck. Then some soap. No luck. At this point poor B was hysterical. "Leave it on! Leave it on!' B said.
Markus and I made the decision to call the fire department. I gave them a call, explained the situation, and they were here in about 10 minutes. The weren't sure what to do, but they figured it out.
And I got photos of it all. I will bring them out when B brings that first boyfriend home or on her wedding day.
B with the seat over her neck.
Nick and Kevin, the fire guys. They used a knife
to cut through the foam, a screwdriver to take off the
green handle and clippers to cut through the plastic seat.
Operation Remove Potty Seat.
Yes, I am very thankful to all the supporting cast of our little drama. The fireman were very nice, and Markus was helpful, calm and took pictures. And I. too, was calm. OK, I laughed, but I tried to cover my face so B wouldn't see. I mean, come on, it is funny.