Please, Don't Use The Charmin

Toilet stories are synonymous with battle stories when it comes to raising kids. Just visit "Critters And Crayons" toilet paper hunt or "Twinisms" upper decker with TP and you'll know what I mean. Just like potty training, ABC's and telling time - I know that my boys will EVENTUALLY learn how much toilet paper to use. Until then, they are required to use wet wipes when they go number two.

Yes, wet wipes are expensive and no, they can't flush them down the toilet but here's the plus side. They are dispensed one at a time - and if my boys ever go to Mexico (you can't flush the toilet paper, it has to be discarded) they'll feel right at home.

Until now, we haven't had any toilet paper issues - but the other day, I moved the wet wipes and Samu couldn't find them.

From the bathroom, I heard the usual call, "Moooommmmeeee! I went pooooooopeeeee!"

The boys have an exhibitionist streak in that they need to show me the goods.

But this time, I heard Samu struggling and whining, "I can't DO it!"

I walked in to find Samu with a wad of toilet paper as big as his head, trying to wipe between his butt cheeks.

Need...more...toilet paper!

 Being the ever resourceful (cheapskate) mom that I am, I flushed the piece that actually made contact and set aside the rest to clean up the friggin' pee they get all over the place.

Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe they'll never learn how to use toilet paper. I, on the other hand have learned better ways to take pictures. Check this out:

Blossom Head

Talk to my stick

Now I can act like a Japanese tourist with some confidence!