I have 4 brothers. They were not always thoughtful or tidy. Not always did they put the toilet seat down after use. And too many sleepy late night visits to the restroom resulted in my tiny self (then) slipping into the bowl of the john. Sheesh! Until I was about 12 years old, I thought that the raised toilet seat was simply for people with bigger behinds. A roomier throne for the deposit, if you will. Only to learn, it’s less a symbol of one’s gluteus maximus as it was about maximum boy laziness.