On A Roll. . .

"Mooooom! Can you bring me some paper?" The little voice came from the bathroom.

"Sure, sweetie. . .let's see, there's some here in the closet. . ." I averted my eyes and removed the old roll, then snapped the new one in. I was hoping to set a good example regarding privacy and roll-replacement (like THAT ever works!) And yet. . .

"I wish I could be like a mom and do that. Thanks, Mommy. " She said as she admired my skill with the springy stick. You have to take your accolades where you can get them.

"Thank YOU, Baby." And I meant it. Now, I feel a little flushed. . .