Ominous Warning (to the Childless Couple Dining One Booth Over)

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.