At the dining room table: "Nana, tell Shea to stop pissing me off!" ~Bethany

We took the kids to Barnes & Noble to do some book shopping. Bethany tells me she needs to go potty, so I tell her "Let's go." Shea hears this and says that she needs to go too. So off we go. Bethany goes into one stall and Shea and I go into another. I help Shea sit on the toilet. She sits for about 3 seconds then hops off and says "I pooped!" I look and tell her, "No, there's no poop." So she sits again for another 3 seconds, then hops off and again tells me, "I pooped!" I look again and tell her, "No, still no poop." She says, "Mommy, you sure?" then proceeds to stick her head inside of the toilet bowl for a better look. As I am getting her to get her head out, I hear Bethany yell out, "Mommy! There's a brown spot on my underpants!" That's when I hear quiet laughter coming out of the stall in between ours and Bethany's. So I get them finished up, and take them to the sink to wash their hands. Bethany stops to examine a metal box on the wall and loudly spells out, "T-A-M-P-O-N-S. Mommy, what does that spell?" I tell her is spells Tampons. She asks for some money to put in the slot. I tell her those are for big big girls. She says, "But I'm a big girl!" I tell her it's for big girls like mommies. Shea says, "I a big girl!" So Bethany naturally has to set the record straight, "No Shea! You are not a big girl yet. I'm a big girl." I choose to shuffle them out the door before Bethany remembers that she wants to get Tampons. As we walk out the door, my husband asks, "What took so long?"