This morning when Sophie went in to sit on the toilet, she told me, "Mama, I really need to be alone now." I told her that was fine (I mean, I dream of being left alone while I'm in the bathroom); someone might as well enjoy the blissful sound of silence while in there.
After a few minutes I yelled from the computer, "Sophie, you okay?"
The almost-immediate response was, "I just fine, Mama!!" (Followed by giggle, giggle.)
Of course, I went to investigate.
I found Sophie engaged in some Fun-with-Toilet-Paper festivities, having a hoot of a time shredding wads of it and throwing it up into the air.
"Look, Mama. Brr. It's snowing all on me!"
My response (other than to grab the camera, of course) was to ask that she, please, stop harassing the toilet paper. I told her, "Sophie, just poop and get off the pot."
Unphased by my fuddy-duddy attitude, she replied...
"Okay, Mama. But next, let's build a snowman!"