So I have a small bladder. It's no secret to anyone who has spent an hour or 2 in my presence. So during the hour and a half trip it takes us to get to the airport we inevitably had to stop. I took 3 1/2 year old Spencer in the stall with me... As we are sitting there I realize I have to go number 2. Spencer starts asking questions...
Spencer: Why are you sitting down?
Me: Because I'm a girl.
Spencer: Oh, and Daddy and me stand up?
Spencer: Are you going poopy?
Spencer: Is it stuck? If it is you can try again later.
From the other stall: *giggles.