Greg, Erin, Car and Quincey

The other day I walked into my kitchen and found this:



...It's a gigantic ball of paper towels for those of you who haven't figured it out yet.
(and this picture was taken today, the pile used to be twice as big)

Why is it there? Well a while ago the kids got a hold of it in the garage and had a little heyday.

Lest we not waste, my hubby thought we ought to put it there next to the nice ones. You know, so we wouldn't forget to use them. Been there for about week now... ain't they pretty?! :)

At least the eye sore has produced some comedy:

The other night Greg went to wipe Carson down after dinner.
What did he grab? A crumpled paper towel of course...

As Greg so dutifully tried to clean his boy, Carson managed to steal a knowing look at his father and said, "You wiping me with Garbage daddy?"
Greg sat there for a second, shrugged his shoulders, and finally replied, "yeah... I am."
Carsons simple response?
"oh, ok daddy!"
...and then he went about his business

I laughed for about a week.