Hey Dad, Have a Target

I was sitting down minding my business while doing my business, when Timmy and Kassie entered. We talked for a second and then Timmy asked, "Hey dad, do you want a target?"
"A target? What target?" I responded.
Timmy then grabbed a sheet of toilet paper and handed it to me. "There you go," he said. I guess toilet training had a bigger impact on him than I thought. I never thought about wiping with a target, but according to Timmy, I have.

Its amazing how context shapes the way we think about stuff. For me, at toilet training, a target was an exciting exotic thing. For Timmy, a target is just another bathroom fixture. Go figure.