Last night we went to a local Italian restaurant.
It is one of my all-time favorite places to eat.
This was Caroline and Emma's first visit.
Emma did wonderful. So did Caroline. I was suprised since they were filling up on carbs that would soon turn to tons to sugar.
Anyway, halfway through our meal Caroline did the unthinkable.
She loudly told us that she had to "nink nink" aka poop.
I'm pretty sure our section of the restaurant heard her. Let's just hope the kitchen staff didn't.
As I sat there and thought, I told myself it was ok because she is clearly only three and doesn't know any better.
Then, Ryan did the unthinkable.
"Is it going to be a big one, the Big?" He calls Caroline "The Big".
I mean really Ryan? Really?
Talking about big poop?
Why would you say such a thing?
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