Who knew?!

As a parent, you often encounter the most unexpected questions from your children. Recently, my 5-year-old son has been fixated on the color of toilet paper, repeatedly asking why it is always white.

 

This seemingly simple question has sparked a journey into the history, manufacturing, and psychology behind the ubiquitous white toilet paper. In this article, we delve into the reasons behind this color choice and explore the curiosity of a child’s mind.

Understanding My Son’s Fascination with Toilet Paper
Children are naturally curious and often notice details that adults overlook. My son’s fascination with the color of toilet paper likely stems from his developing understanding of the world and his desire to question the status quo. To him, the uniform whiteness of toilet paper is an anomaly when compared to the vibrant colors he sees in other aspects of life. His curiosity provides an opportunity to explore a mundane topic with fresh eyes and uncover the reasons behind this everyday choice.
The History of Toilet Paper: From Colors to White

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