At risk of TMI...
I was sitting on the pot when I suddenly realized there was no toilet paper. At all. Then, to my relief, I realized: I have a baby, that means there are wipes... And: I have a 3 year old, he can get them for me! Much to my dismay the conversation went as follows:
Me: Aiden! Can you get me the wipes?
(I hear a truck driving toward my direction and slowly enter the room. Aiden behind it.)
Me: Aiden, can you get me the wipes?
(He walks out of the room and back in with a glass of water.)
Me: Um, no Aiden, the wipes. Can you get me the wipes? I think they are on your dresser.
(He walks out of the room again. I hear his foot steps walk too far, slow down, walk further... Doh! He's lost focus.)
Me: Aiden, the wipes! On your dresser!
(I hear the closet open.)
Me: AIDEN! DRESSER! NEXT TO THE DRYER!
Aiden: I'm just looking for my car track in here...
Me: No! I need the wipes! Please!
Aiden: But I can't find them.
Me: ON YOUR DRESSER!
Aiden: I don't think I can reach that high.
Me: Just try!
Aiden: I'm drinking water. I can't look for the wipes while I'm drinking water.
(To be fair, when I eventually went to find the wipes myself, they were somewhat hidden in a basket on the dresser and Aiden couldn't reach them after all.)