Stinkering

We were at Kohl's and Hana needed to potty. We entered the somewhat busy bathroom while someone was making "potty noises." I cringed because I had a good idea what was about to happen - and it did.

HANA: Ew! Someone is stinkering! Did you hear that, Momma? Who was that? Ew! What's that smell? Did you hear that? Who is that stinkering, Momma? What does that smell like?

ME: (Quietly hushing her and begging her to stop talking about it. Whispering to her that what she's saying isn't very nice and trying desperately to change the subject.)

RANDOM LADY IN STALL NEXT TO US: Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! From the mouths of babes! I tell you that is so funny! They really tell it like it is don't they?

(Another "potty noise" is made)

HANA: She's stinkering! That lady's stinkering

RANDOM LADY IN STALL NEXT TO US: (Laughing) That wasn't me!

HANA: Who is that, Momma? Is that Neeny?

ME: (Relieved by the new topic) No, that's not your Neeny.

RANDOM LADY IN STALL NEXT TO US: I am a Neeny, though!

When we left the bathroom that poor, poor soul was still in the stall making "potty noises."