So today I was standing at the top of the stairs. I hollered down to whomever would respond to me,
"Can someone throw up some toilet paper?"
Kiera comes running to my rescue.
"Yes, mom?"
"Can you throw up some toilet paper?"
She looked at me puzzled.
"Say it again?" She asked.
By now I could have gotten it myself. Patiently, I asked it again.
"Can you throw up some toilet paper?"
And with sarcasm she responded,
"Mom, I don't EAT toilet paper."
