Yesterday, when I arrived at my mom’s house to retrieve my son, who’d been adventuring with her in Nova Scotia for a week (pics to come in the near future), she said, “Oh, I brought you something! It’s in my purse.”
As she rummaged, she told the story: She stopped at some place to go pee. It might have been a Tim Horton’s or maybe not. Anyway, she reached for the toilet paper, expecting to spin what she needed off the roll. As one does.
Instead, it dispensed a very small, very very thin pre-cut rectangle of tissue paper. Her first thought: I have to take this home to Shan. She’ll never believe this.
I love that my mother and my son spent a week in one of the most beautiful places they’ve ever been and they brought me back a very small, very very thin sheet of toilet paper. That’s just how we roll. (No pun intended.)