The kids, for fun, soaked little wads of toilet paper and threw them up on the sheet rock ceiling, creating little clouds up there. Eventually drying, the clouds fell and what was left in their absence were these silhouettes which are often seen in the minds of children–spaces to be filled with their imagination. As a father, I enjoyed getting a glimpse into their imagination. As an Uncle I wanted them to refill the ceiling with more clouds. As a brother I knew my sister would be pissed at what her kids were up to and why the hell had I not stopped them from ruining her bathroom ceiling?
As a boy, I balled up my own wet toilet paper and flung it up.