"HELP"....

    

Nothing is more frightening to a parent than hearing their child cry for help.  Especially when you can tell the difference between a fake cry for help and a real one.  Now to get to the story as to why I labeled it HELP...
     This weekend my husband and daughter were out all night with a church the youth group at church for their "Survivor" weekend challenge.  I thought it would be nice to take our 11 year old, J and 10 month old, W out for dinner.  J and I agreed on Waffle House.  Dinner went on and I was very proud of J for not making a mess while eating.  He excused himself from the table to use the restroom.  One of which he has used before.  While I am waiting on him to return to the table I proceed with getting the W ready to go.  Still no sign of our son in the restroom.
     I thought I heard a faint, "Help,".  It was so faint that I thought I must have imagined it.  Then came the panic almost frantic sounding, "HELP".  I have the W in my arms and our stuff still at the table, "Are you ok?", I ask him through the restroom door.
     "I can't get out!", J said.
     I asked the waitress, which didn't seem to thrilled to be there in the first place, and her response was tell him to turn the lock."...that was a lot of help.  I am sure he knows that considering he had to do that to lock it in the first place.  The waitress did tell someone else and luckily he was quick and had the key.  He saved the day.
     I am surprised by this because he has used this restroom before and I am not sure if this has anything to do with aspergers or not.  I felt helpless, all I could do was wait for the door to open.