It's the end of the dinner following my grandfather's funeral and Blanka is standing on her toes, kissing my grandmother for the first time, very loudly on the mouth.
Blanka: Goodbye and thankyou! I have to go now.
Grandma Sassa: Oh, goodbye my darling, sweetest little angel, oh goodbye my little love...
Blanka: (very loud) YES, I have to go POOP now, GOODBYE.