A few weeks ago D was heading to Wal Mart. He asked me if there was anything I needed while he was there. Yes, TP (toilet paper) please. He brought home a 72 pack of TP! Ya, I usually get the twelve pack, but we'll use seventy two rolls of toilet paper...eventually! So, D puts them away in the linen closet located outside of N's room. Later that night I went upstairs to check on N. I walk into his room and, for one thing, he's still awake! And, the other thing? He has pulled several packages of the 72 rolls of toilet paper out of the linen closet and laid them on his bed. He claimed he didn't like his bed anymore because he didn't like the color and because it was too hard. He said he liked the new "toilet paper mattress" he made for himself because it was a pretty green color and because it "is angel soft." No kidding, he said angel soft. Sounds like a commercial for Angel Soft if ya ask me.
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