The Grunter is still here living with us. He really does take care of almost all of his own needs. I don’t buy his shampoo, deodorant and various other sundry items. He pays for his own haircuts, car insurance and almost all his own food. He really does support himself except for the room and board part. I do feel the need to give him credit for this in an era where many young people his age are still being fully financially supported by mom and dad.
He keeps his quasi-bachelor pad in the basement decent. He comes upstairs occasionally for a meal or to sit and talk to us.
After one such visit upstairs to our main level, he went upstairs to the bedroom level and came back down with one roll of toilet paper.
I’ve worked hard to teach independence and imparting the importance of how they need to learn to take care of themselves. There are still some little things I try to do. One of those is supplying toilet paper for anyone at our house using our bathrooms. Because I have a generous heart like that.
So I say to The Grunter, “You can take more than one roll of toilet paper for your bathroom.”
He has a quirky smile and turns to go down the basement stairs.
And now you understand the title of this post and the intentional bad pun.
Yes, I made him back up and re-enact this moment so I could take pictures.
Because funny is really how we roll…
And I love when my kids make me laugh.
Well played, Everett, well played.
