The Many Uses of Toilet Paper

A distraught girl + toilet paper + pen = note to Mom

She tossed it down from the loft, and it drifted slowly onto the family room floor.

Don't you love days like that?

The REST of the story is:  Mauri wanted to go to the Ward Campout on Thursday.  No, Bill answered, he needed to go to work on Friday, so we would just have to go that evening.  So Mauri pouted.  And grumped.  And got all moody and teary-eyed.  I told her we could just stay home, if she was so unhappy about not being able to go until Friday.  I told her she should look at the bright side, and be happy she got to go camping, even if it was only for a night.  And, I'll admit it, I said I would rather not go (but I never said the words "with you") IF she was going to be such a grump about it all.  Then she moodily went upstairs to sulk.  And write a note on the only thing she could find.  

Of course I felt bad that she had misinterpreted what I had said.  And Bill and I had a little chuckle about the toilet paper note floating through the air.  Then we called her down to talk.  And console.  And soothe.  We are still working out the details for the Ward Campout... (I may or may not be going, but certainly NOT because I don't want to be with my sweet youngest child).
I'm sure she will have a great time, regardless.