I enjoyed an afternoon of shopping with my little Southern ladies in training, 4-year-old Mary Ashley and 2-year-old Emma. We hit several of my favorite spots along the way, but I especially enjoyed our stop at Southern Homes and Gardens in Montgomery. I took my time meandering through the lovely displays, admiring all the furniture, serving pieces and gift ware. The expansive showroom was quiet until newly potty-trained Emma told me she needed to go to the bathroom.
Immediately we headed toward the bathroom at the front of the store. As we made our way across the showroom, Emma called out, "Mommy! I need to go poo-poo! I need poo-poo! I go poo-poo, Mommy!"
My face turned many shades of red as she repeated this over and over. "Emma," I chided her gently, "I heard you. You don't need to keep repeating it. It's just not polite."
My little Southern belle's countenance drooped for a moment, and she fell silent. Then suddenly she brightened. Emma called out at the top of her voice, "May I go poo-poo, puh-lease? I need to go poo-poo, please! I go poo-poo, please!"