June 2009

Last weekend, I heard Michael upstairs, asking the girls why there was a bunch of pieces/strips of toilet paper all over the bathroom floor around the toilet. Neither confessed and instead pointed fingers at each other. It happened a second time and still neither confessed.

Then last night, while Michael was putting Audrey to bed, I noticed the downstairs guest bathroom door was closed (and Audrey had been in there earlier). I opened it and found a meticulously constructed “toilet seat cover” made of toilet paper squares. She’s seen me do it enough times in public restrooms that she thought it best to start doing it at home, too. I took a picture, of course.

When she went in this morning and discovered I’d taken it off – she was not a happy camper.