My son has always had a fascination with toilet paper. And, don't worry, I've gotten plenty of slack already for that time I taught my male child to wipe when he pees. That was ten months ago, though, and the toilet paper infatuation still runs strong.
So strong, in fact, that I've decided I should invent some kind of toddler-proof toilet paper roll holder because my son insists on unrolling the entire roll of toilet paper just for kicks and giggles. Often.
One day, I went to use my restroom. It wasn't until too late that I realized that there was no toilet paper on the roll. Thank you, child. "Oh wait!" I thought, "Surely I can get my toilet-paper-loving monster of a two-year-old to bring me some."
"Hey! Come here!" I shouted. And waited. "Come on! I need your help." And waited. "I need some toilet paper." And there's the tiny pitter patter of little feet.
He came bounding into the bathroom. "Hey, mommy needs you to go into the other bathroom and get her some toilet paper," I instructed. His eyes got wide with excitement as a grin spread across his face. "Not the whole roll!! Only a little, okay?" I added.
He ran off and soon returned. With this.
Proof that he does actually know how to follow directions. Quite well, really. Just that he only chooses to when he wants to mock me. Why is that?