Spare a Square

Last night Eric got stuck in traffic and took 2-1/2 hours to get home so I tackled bath time alone.  Toward the end of my shower it occurred to me that Hannah had been especially quiet that night and how strange that was and--the toilet paper!!  See, when she's sitting in her chair, she likes to play with the toilet paper if she can reach it so we usually move it before we get in the shower because I once found her with a wad of it in her mouth and scolded Eric for not paying attention (for some reason he was in charge and I was elsewhere during the first offense).  So all that goes through my head in like 0.05 seconds and I whip open the shower curtain to find her wrapped in streams of toilet paper. I leap from the shower and pull a huge wad of it from her mouth, much to her dismay and anger.  Then I move the TP roll, get back in, and rinse off to the tune of a frustrated Hannah--ahhhhhh....that's more like it.

I reenacted it this morning (but stopped filming prior to the lap full of toilet paper and the just barely before she started trying to shove the TP into her mouth).