There has been a long-standing debate among the male cohort of my college friends that centers around proper toilet-paper etiquette. They classify people as "crumplers" or "folders", and maintain that this label extends beyond the realm of the bathroom and implies much about how a person leads his or her life.
Yesterday, I was called to the bathroom to inspect Connor's hiney-wiping. Apparently the "inspection phase" is the transitional stage for him between us wiping him, and him wiping himself. As I walked in, he just happened to drop the t.p. he was about to use. I picked it up off the floor, wadded it up, and handed it to Connor. He gave me a very bewildered look and said, "Daddy always folds it!" "Well," I said, "Daddy's a folder and I'm a crumpler. You called me, so you get crumpled. When you start wiping your own hiney, you can choose what you want to be."
All the years I've listened to the great crumpling vs. folding debate...I never thought I'd be having it with my own child. Ah, how the times change!
2 comments:
I am crying with laughter!
Dying!!! I am a fellow crumpler, and now I am wondering how this extend into the rest of my life... You know this could keep me up tonight.
I'm also laughing at your hot mild expoits. See? That's exactly why frugality never pays off! :0) What did Shayno used to say? "You can't afford not to buy it!"
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