A day without upsetting at least one of your children is a day wasted as far as I'm concerned. Grady has graduated Loyalist and is back home. Let the games begin. This morning was a golden opportunity we couldn't pass up. Rob and I are in the kitchen when we hear a bedroom door open and close and then the bathroom door do the same. We're not sure which of our children or their significant others has risen so early, but our question is soon answered. "Dad" a frantic bellow (Grady) "'There's no toilet paper" Queue the laughter. Rob dutifully grabs some toilet paper and Grady tells him to leave it outside the door, but he doesn't say which door. Rob gleefully leaves a pile of toilet paper on the opposite side of the hall and retreats to the kitchen. We wait expectantly at the bottom of the stairs as the bathroom door opens "Dad" he roars "You prick. Why did you do that ?" The door slams. Rob relents and moves the toilet paper closer. Grady is so ungrateful, he actually called us both assholes when he finally emerged.
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