My Daughter

My daughter is a very interesting case. The child is beautiful like her mother. She acts like me. That is to say that she has some of my more endearing qualities; sense of humor being the main one. The mind of a three year-old girl is a fantastical landscape filled with ponies, princesses, dolls and the like. She is very facinated by the "family group". That is to say, mommies daddies and babies. Everything has a family. The birds, the squirrels, dogs, fish, and toilet paper. You read that right, toilet paper. My daughter, with her amazing God given imagination, loves to make toilet paper families. She has a long one, medium one, short one and very short one, which correspond to the daddy, mommy, sister and baby. She then proceeds to having them intereact with eachother, using voices, pretending that they go on trips and all of them eating dinner together. It is very touching to see her have the mommy sing to the baby and to hear her use the daddy voice to tell the sister he loves her. The only problem I have with it is that she makes a new family almost every day. This puts a damper on the ability to keep toilet paper in the bathroom where it belongs. It really is frustating to go in, do what you do there and then have a empty cardboard thingy because the remnants of what is a necessary tool have been used to give rise to another family in the city of Charminville. I know what you are saying right now "Get the paper that she isn't playing with and use that. Duh!" I did that once. She cried for a long time because the mommy and daddy couldn't swim and that the children would miss their parents. I also blew my nose on the sister once. You would have thought I stabbed my daughter in the heart. She is a very sweet little girl. I am stopping by Sam's Club very soon. I hope 24 rolls will be enough.