We had to go to Target tonight. And whenever we go to the store - I don't care how long we're there or how not long we're there - 9yo Therese always has to use the restroom. There's one in every family, I know. My sister was the one in my own.
So, staying true to her character, Therese went to the restroom as Paul waited near the restrooms for her...
(Therese exiting the restroom)
Therese: Daddy, you have to pay for paper towels in there!
Paul: What?! What do you mean?
Therese: You have to pay for paper towels. There's a money thing on it. So I couldn't dry my hands.
Paul: Ah. Those aren't paper towels.
Therese: They're not? What are they?
Paul: Uuuuu.... Go ask your mother.