Seventh Generation often sends me stuff to review. Today we got a box from them and Cedar decided to open it while I drove him to school. He worked at it, finally got the box open, pulled out something and said, “Well THIS is funny looking toilet paper!”
I was driving so I had no idea what he was talking about (yup, it’s not safe to drive and look in the back seat at the same time). Still, I had seen the box – it was skinny and in no way did this box look like it could hold toilet paper. I flip down the mirror and say, “Toilet paper? Hold it up.”
Cedar holds this up:
And says, “Maybe we’re supposed to cut it ourselves?” This child cracks me up.
Um… I tell him, “Goof-ball, those are paper towels. I know you’ve seen them!” To which Cedar says, “Oh yeah, I forgot about those…” Then he launched into a discussion about big butts – which I’ll kindly omit. Sigh, life with a nine year old boy.
It was a little weird to me that he forgot about paper towels. He’s flipping nine, you know, but then I started thinking that it was actually kind of cool. If he can live just fine for years without having paper towels around, I’d guess that other kids and their families can too. It’s a nice thought. Literally the only time we’ve had paper towels in years is when Seventh Generation sends them (and actually I wish they wouldn’t).
If you’re considering getting rid of paper towels read the following: