And that is where she got this idea..
A few weeks ago I gave Grace a bath and needless to say, it's something she does not enjoy. That night I had a roll of toilet paper on the floor beside our bed because I had a cold and its my ghettokleenex. Grace is not allowed in our bedroom but there is a way she can sneak in if she really wants to (but she rarely does).
So I give Grace a bath.
And the next morning I wake up and look down... there is Grace sleeping in a nest of shredded toilet paper. She looked up at me like "oh isn't this lovely? and so cozy! ...maybe you shouldn't give me a bath anymore you hooker." Then she got up and walked away with her sassy check-out-this-belly way, trailing shredded TP through the bedroom.
image via Glorious Nonsense.