Mornings

Kelsea woke me up this morning and the following conversation ensued: Kelsea: Torie won't let me take a shower and it's 7:30. Great, I'm going to be late. Dad: OK, calm down. Where is Torie right now? Kelsea: She's in the bathroom and she won't get out. Dad: What's she doing? Kelsea: She's on the toilet. Dad: Why don't you just wait until she's done? Kelsea: She says she won't get off the toilet until someone brings her some toilet paper. Dad: [reaches under my sink and pulling our a roll] I think you're answer lies in this cylindrical object. [Kelsea takes the roll and walks off] [Dad goes back to his pillow]