It was a quiet afternoon in the house, and little Monkey Lyly was unusually quiet—a sure sign that mischief was brewing. While her mother dozed off on the sofa, Lyly had wandered into the bathroom, curious about the shiny doorknob and the slightly open door. The moment she stepped inside, her eyes lit up with wonder. The soft rolls of toilet paper hanging temptingly from the wall instantly captured her attention.
Lyly couldn’t resist. With a cheeky giggle, she tugged at the roll. The toilet paper unraveled like magic, dancing across the floor in long, white trails. Soon, Lyly was jumping and rolling around in it, tearing pieces and tossing them in the air like confetti. The bathroom looked like a snowstorm had passed through—chaotic but delightful in her eyes.
In the middle of her joyful play, nature called. Not quite potty-trained, Lyly squatted and peed right on the floor without a second thought, completely absorbed in her toilet paper adventure. She then proceeded to slide around happily, unaware of the mess she was making.
Just then, her mother entered the room, following the trail of paper down the hallway. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight—Lyly in the center of the bathroom, covered in toilet paper, surrounded by puddles and chaos.
“LYLY!” her mother gasped, hands on her head.
Startled, Lyly froze for a second, holding a piece of torn paper like a guilty toddler caught in the act. Her mother sighed, half amused, half exasperated. Trying to scold Lyly but also holding back laughter, she carefully picked her up, setting her down for a much-needed bath.
Cleaning up the mess took time, but later that evening, Lyly snuggled up to her mom—clean, tired, and still smiling. Mischief may be messy, but to her mother, Lyly’s innocent joy was always worth it… even with the toilet paper trails.
