A Right Way Means There's A Wrong Way

Providence looks up to her Papa very much, she likes to imitate things he does and misses both him and Oma since we have moved so far away. Little lessons are remembered though, particularly how Papa folds toilet paper, perfectly on the line square over square. Providence has been trying to teach me this art for quite awhile and though for a period of time I tried to do as she instructed, I have only done it once to her satisfaction. She joyfully exclaimed, "You learned how to fold it right!" However I never did find out what I did differently that time, and so have resorted back to my non-perfect way. She used the toilet the other day and when I half rolled, half folded some paper to wipe her bottom, (which she still needs some help with, as this is not a mastered skill). She tells me (as she very nearly always does) "Papa doesn't do it that way." and I said "I know, but I can do it differently" and in her vast knowledge of toilet paper wiping she says "Yeah, but you do it wrong, huh."