Yesterday Cody had his friend Debbie over to hang out (at 12 years of age, I assume the term “play date” is no longer applicable. I am fine with this, not ever really liking that term anyway). They had plans for Minecraft followed by some swimming, followed by more Minecraft.
Before Debbie came over, I did the usual ack-people-are-coming-over panic cleaning. Clutter was removed from counters, the floor in the boys’ room was unearthed, and the vacuum was wildly driven around the house.
As I walked down the hall to put something away, I met Carter who was going the other direction. We passed each other near the entrance to their bathroom, which also moonlights as the guest bathroom.
me: Carter, how is the toilet paper situation in your bathroom?
carter: Without breaking stride and sounding taken aback by my question – I don’t know. I don’t use it.
me: You don’t use it?!?
carter: Well, barely ever, he muttered as he rounded the corner and disappeared from view.