Well, that's perhaps an overstatement, but it sort of felt like it at the time.
It has only been recently that I've been able to, shall we say, use the facilities without an audience. Who ever knew that something as simple as 20 seconds alone in the bathroom would become a luxury in the land of Toddler. Fortunately for me, Mickey Mouse has become more riveting to Ethan than talking me through my bodily functions, ("you're peeing, Mommy," etc., etc.).
However, this morning, I found myself in a bit of a conundrum as, after a minute or two of blissful solitude in the loo (thank you, mystery mousekatools), I reached for the Charmin and found an empty cardboard roll instead.
He may have spent the rest of the day whining like a banshee, and following me around, begging to be carried until I wanted to rip every last hair out of my head and run screaming out of the house, declaring, "MOMMY DOESN'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE!!!", but at that moment, he was my hero because when I called, "Ethan? Can you help mommy?" the child got up from his riveting pre-school programming and followed my directions to the floor of the linen closet, where the spare toilet paper is stored, and brought me a brand new roll.