My hero

This is a story about how my 22 month old, EV saved the day.I was using the bathroom yesterday morning and found myself in the worst possible position: I was out of toilet paper. So, I thought for a second, searching for a way to avoid this near catastrophe. I thought about yelling for my husband, but no, that will take too long, he’s halfway across the country. I could go myself, of course, but...eww. The dog doesn’t have thumbs, and he barely comes when he’s called, so no, that was out.But: There she stood. My little heroine. She could do it, maybe, possibly, yes! So, I asked her. EV, can you go downstairs and get mommy the toilet paper? Get the toilet paper from the bathroom downstairs? I said it a bunch of times, asked her if she could do it (vigorous nod yes), and then sent her off to go with god and save me the injustice of waddling downstairs myself.As I sat there, I wondered and I worried—would she know what to get? Would she get distracted and start playing with it? Would she just get one piece? How long was this going to take? Was I causing more problems for myself than if I had just been ick and done it myself?Worry not, friends! Up she came, cradling something close. Oh wow, I thought. She actually...just might...have—She brought me a red crayon, y’all. For “the paper.” FML. via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/2QoMJEF