This weekend, Jeff and I were lounging around on the couch watching football while Sophie was contently playing on the floor. Let me just say, I love this age and it's independent play time. I no longer have to entertain her 24/7. Do I still enjoy getting down on the ground and playing with her? Absolutely- but I also love that I don't have to and she is just fine playing on her own.
So back to my story, Jeff get a sneezing fit and since he is covering his mouth in an attempt to not spray spit and snot on my couch, soaks his hand. Totally disgusting. He is about to get up to get some tissue to wipe his hand with when it dawns on him that he could get Sophie to get it for him. He calls to her to get her attention and tries as best he can to give her directions "Sophie, go into the bathroom and get Daddy some toilet paper". I am on the couch thinking there isn't a chance Sophie understand what he wants her to do. She waddles into our bathroom and she is in there for a while. Presumably playing since I am positive her toddle ADD has kicked in at this point.
But lo and behold, she surprises me but waddling back out to the living room holding toilet paper and hands it off to Jeff. I was stunned that she understood what he wanted her to do. Now, please keep in mind- up until this point TP has been off limits in our house since she likes to unroll it. So when she brought Jeff toilet paper & surprising me- she got some very enthusiastic "Good Job, Sophie!" and "You're such a smart little girl". Can you see where this is going?
Jeff and I went back to watching the game and Sophie went back to playing. Then next thing I know, she comes walking back out of our room with a trail of TP following her. Guess who think's TP isn't off limits any more. Jeff and I quickly realized the error of our ways.
So until she is a bit older, we will continue to get our own TP and until then we have a ton of rolled up TP sitting on the counter waiting to be used.
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