Rooty Toot Toots

 You might think these are toilet paper and paper towel rolls. In reality, in our house, they are rooty toot toots. This started years ago when after hearing the song, Santa Claus is Coming to Town, Clayton asked what a rooty toot toot was. Cyle answered with a paper towel roll. And rooty toot toots they've been ever since.

A couple evenings ago, after using the last paper towel on the roll, Cyle promptly took the roll off and put it in the recycling bin. Clayton was watching from the supper table and, through tears, exclaimed, "But Daddy! That's a rooty toot toot!" Now, Clayton keeps everything. When I say everything, I mean everything. Last week he tried to keep a Capri Sun package to use as a fan. He calls it his "stash."  Cyle told him that, yes it was a rooty toot toot, that we had a million rooty toot toots and we weren't keeping this one. So, while Cyle wasn't looking, Clayton rescued the rooty toot toot from the recycling center. Secretly, I was on Clayton's side. It is just a rooty toot toot after all.

 The next day, I decided perhaps we should use those "million" rooty toot toots so that the next time we had that discussion I could say that we do, technically, do things with them.

 I gave the kids a stack of rooty toot toots and some masking tape and let them go.

 Clayton's evolved from a megaphone to a giraffe.

Levi made a bug looking glass. Most importantly, we used those rooty toot toots right up. So the next time Cyle doesn't want to save it, we can tell him we're restocking our "stash."