Mondays are ballet. I'd pick her up at school, drive over to the other base and get her snack at the foodcourt. Then, we'd head to the restroom or WC (brits call it a WC or a loo or toilet). She'd change into her ballet outfit while I stand outside her stall door waiting for her to get done.
Last Monday, we were running late so I kept urging her to hurry up. An older lady was using the stall next to her. This is how it went.
Megan inside the stall singing a Pooh bear song.
Mommy, how does the pooh bear song goes again? The one that has gotta see a friend?
Gotta get up, gotta get going, gotta see a friend of mine.
Oh, yeah. (and then she starts singing the song)
Are you done using the potty? (I hear a flushing sound) Hurry up and get changed. ( After a minute or so) What are you doing now?
I'm changing.
Give me your shirt.
My undershirt? (She's wearing sweat pants, a shirt, and a sweater over it)
Yeah, you don't need it. (At this point, the lady comes out of the stall and she's laughing)
Lady: I wish I have a tape recorder with me. (I smile)
What are you doing now?
I'm putting on my leotards.
Give me your socks then.
I'm not done with it yet.
What? Are you putting your leotards over your socks? (The lady is washing her hands and looks at me and starts laughing again. I roll my eyes, like I'm saying Kids!) Open this door so I can help you.
I'm almost done. (Wait another couple of minutes, she's still singing the pooh bear song)
Lady: I've gotta go now, I wish I could see what comes out of that stall.
Me: She's changing into her ballet outfit. She's got a class at 4.
Lady: Now, that makes sense. (She goes outside. Meg finally gets done changing and comes out of the stall)
I saw the lady from the restroom at the parking lot and she's talking to her companion and was laughing, she sees me and points us to her companion and then she waves goodbye.
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