It was a lazy day in Farrahzona yesterday. Not only was it boiling hot, but my boy woke up with a “mad tummy” so we watched movies and slothed around the house.

Right after his nap, the “mad tummy” went to the bathroom and did his business. When he was wiping, the little guy grabbed a wad of toilet paper and scrunched it up in his hand leaving about four or five sheets loose and trailing from his hand. Satisfied he wasn’t going to flush the entire roll down, I returned to the dishes.

Two minutes later my son comes waddling out of the bathroom, his pants down around his ankles and the big wad of toilet paper stuffed between his cute little butt cheeks, with those loose sheets blowing in the fan breeze. He had a second, larger wad in his hand.

“Look Mommy! I have a tail, and I made one for you!”

I love my son.