Friday, November 07, 2008
On a much lighter note
Vivienne came home from school today, had a snack and settled in to watch some Tom and Jerry. The conversation went like this:
“Vivienne, I am going upstairs to go to the bathroom. There is no toilet paper downstairs so I will bring some when I come back down.”
As she stares at the TV, I ask her twice if she hears me and get a hurried and distracted “yes” both times. Finally, I make her repeat what I just said. Then, I go upstairs. No sooner does my backside hit the toilet as I hear faint footsteps across the house and a door close. I wait a few seconds, take a deep breath and hear “MOM!”
I finish my own business, calmly walk downstairs and take another deep breath. I knock on the bathroom door and am told to come in.
“Mom! There is no toilet paper down here!” she tells me, exasperated.
“Vivienne, I told you I was bringing some down because there wasn’t any in here.”
“No, you didn’t.”
And that was when I tossed a roll of toilet paper on her lap, turned and left the room.
