Why I love 5 year olds

You have to love how literal a 5 year old is. Cooper was upstairs pooping in one of the bathrooms (there are two up there). He yelled down that there was a problem - he didn't have enough paper. I was sitting/sleeping downstairs with Shane on me so I told him to go use the paper in the other bathroom and that I would be up as soon as I could. So I take my time carefully putting Shane down and proceed upstairs. What do I see but Cooper running across the stairwell with his arm up in the air and in this raised hand - a piece of dirty toilet paper. Alas, my little one thought he should wipe his tush in one bathroom and then run the paper across the house to put it in the other toilet and then run back and repeat with more paper.