Toilet Paper

While I was talking to the man child, I noticed orange and brown spots all over his teeth. WP had gotten into the candy corn, so I told him to go brush his teeth. While he was off, I sat the computer to read a little. And then, as if someone had just driven through the front door, the silence was so loud! I walked towards the bathroom and I am greeted by WP at the door. He looks at me and says, " Hey mommy! I am brushing my teeth and will be out in a minute." And then he tries to shut the door. RED FLAG !!! "What are you doing in here baby?" I asked as I am trying to walk into the bathroom but can't get past my little boy pushing against my hips saying, "Nuffing, nuffing.." "WP, let me into this bathroom now!" I said. WP in a panic says, "It's nuffing, really nuffing!" As I walk past him he melts onto the floor with defeat. I am trying so hard to keep from smiling that my jaw is hurting. I quickly scan the bathroom looking for a Monet replica painted out of finger nail polish on the floor, or his name spelled out on the wall in mascara. And maybe tooth paste smeared all over the counter... I was even looking to see if my hair brush was in the toilet. In my mind, as I looked at the wad of unraveled toilet paper on the floor; all that because of toilet paper?