Me: Good Job, Schatz.
Schatz: I tell Daddy my good job?
Me: Yes, honey, you can tell Daddy what a good job you did.
Schatz (yelling about four tables away from where her daddy is sitting): I went poopy, Daddy, I went poopy on the potty!
As any good mother would do, I averted my gaze as the eyes bulged out of the sockets of the cute (and obviously childless) couple one booth over.
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