T.P.

Dear Toilet Paper,
We give you thanks.
As always, we thank you for the necessary....obvious reasons. But today, we also thank you for the years of entertainment you have provided for our children. We've seen how far your toilet paper highway can stretch. We've enjoyed endless hours of spinning tricks on your holder. We've saved your cardboard rolls transforming each one into the likes of puppets, microphones, binoculars and even musical instruments. We've appreciated how quickly you can dissolve when a slobbery-toothless mouth chomps down on your quilted layers. All impressive, indeed.

However...unbeknownst to us, you had one more talent yet to be revealed. Charmin, Cottonelle, Cashmere, Scott...whichever one you may be, we thank you for your uncanny ability to soothe our boy, Arlo. When he is tired, his heavy head finds comfort on you. When he is sad, his wet face falls to you. As long as you are in his grasp...{and nobody is threatening to release you... as thought by Arlo in the picture below}...all is well with his world. From the bottom of our hearts...as well as the bottom of our bottoms...Toilet Paper, we give you thanks.
xo