She's baaaaaaaaaaack....
My little toilet paper monster.
Toilet paper at our house cannot be left anywhere where Wren can get her thieving little hands on it.
Seriously.
She loves the stuff.
In the hallway bathroom, we have to put it up on the sink.
In our bathroom, we just leave the door shut.
MOST of the time.
I say most of the time because occasionally one of us will forget...
and if we can't find Wren...
the first place to look is in our bathroom,
where the door was probably accidentally left open.
And, yep, there she is...
with half the roll undone.
Or she's all wrapped up in it like a mummy.
Or, my personal favorite, is when she grabs a long sheet of it and runs all around the house while tearing off itty bitty pieces, leaving a wonderful little toilet paper trail everywhere she goes.
Kinda like Hansel and Gretel.
So much fun to clean up, too.
Let me tell ya.
My little toilet paper monster.
Toilet paper at our house cannot be left anywhere where Wren can get her thieving little hands on it.
Seriously.
She loves the stuff.
In the hallway bathroom, we have to put it up on the sink.
In our bathroom, we just leave the door shut.
MOST of the time.
I say most of the time because occasionally one of us will forget...
and if we can't find Wren...
the first place to look is in our bathroom,
where the door was probably accidentally left open.
And, yep, there she is...
with half the roll undone.
Or she's all wrapped up in it like a mummy.
Or, my personal favorite, is when she grabs a long sheet of it and runs all around the house while tearing off itty bitty pieces, leaving a wonderful little toilet paper trail everywhere she goes.
Kinda like Hansel and Gretel.
So much fun to clean up, too.
Let me tell ya.
Here she is with her coveted prize.
...and here she is eating it.
This is the toilet paper trail I was talking about.
Now, imagine these little pieces all over the house.
All. Over.
Helping me pick up her little paper mess.
...and now eating it.
Lovely.
1 comments:
Save some for Uncle Fionn...
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