Spare a Square or Two?

I'm a dad. I'm a dad of two great girls. So, I thought I have some daddy things down pat. In the summer. when I'm not working, I have daddy duty while Wifey works. I got things under control. In the morning, the girls eat their breakfast. They go downstairs and play together, maybe watch a little TV, snack, and then I have them work on their summer math packets. By then, it's lunch time and then off to the pool. They get their swimsuits on, the sunblock, even help me pack towels and such. We usually go for a couple swim sessions maybe two and a half. If the little one has to go potty, big sister accompanies her. Yep, things are under control. They take their showers there and we come home. I make dinner for my hard working woman. Of course, I call her to get ideas of what to make- any leftovers I can heat up?
So this time the first born daughter has to go the bathroom. Don't forget to wear to wear your flip flops in there, I tell her. She leaves and I'm poolside with the little one who's begging me for ice cream. I have to say no today and tell her that yesterday, once again they finagled ice cream at the pool and at Rita's. The girls are getting so good at that that we parents are forgetting or not noticing the ice cream content. Where is that child? I wonder. She's been in there for so long. Fifteen, twenty minutes? Then it hits me. She's closer to that age where a little girl starts "the process" of becoming a woman. When's the last time her mother had that talk with her? Please don't let it start now. Not at a pool. I can't help her. I can't go in there. What can I do? Might have to call her mother right now. I ask the little one to go in and check on her sister. Ask her if she's OK. She dutifully goes in and comes right back out. She's OK because I can see her flip flops under the stall. But did you talk with her? I ask. No. Go back in and ask her if she's OK. Little one does. A minute or two passes. I'm cringing. She comes out and reports. She's OK. She just ran out of toilet paper. She was just sitting there and so I gave her some. Well, what a relief. What a great big relief. More so for me. First born comes out. What happened? I ran out and was trying to reach some from the other stall but people kept coming. Wow, sorry to hear that. Reminds me of a Seinfeld episode where Elaine had that happen to her. Next time, ask someone if they could spare a square or two. Yep, I'm a dad. I'm in control.