I live with a comedian

Hollis was sitting on my lap watching cute Pug videos when he stops and says, "Wipe! Nose!" and sure enough, his fist was covered in something wet (and icky). So I said, "Ok, sweetie, go into the bathroom and get some tissue so we can blow your nose."

He says, "Ok!" and runs off with a big smile, comes back with about two squares of toilet paper proudly, and hands them to me. I thought, Wow, that was so very good of him! since recently I've been asking him to do more complex things with varying degrees of success.

A few minutes later I go to the back of the house to get something and see this:

I love this little kid.


  1. Ha! That's pretty funny - my daughter is in a unroll-all-the-tp-phase, so I know how you feel!

  2. LOL!

    I've had to hide the toilet paper because I was finding little bits of shredded paper all over the house.

  3. That is why my toilet paper lives on the counter. But it is pretty cute when it's your kid, I'll give you that much.