The girls did gymnastics for the first time on Monday. They loved it.
I overheard the teacher (a very nice guy in his 50's) call Bethany "Pooh Bear" . . Bethany stopped dead in her tracks and looked at him and said:
"I am NOT a bear. I am actually a wittle girl. You can call me Beth-a-ny!"
and he did for the rest of the class. I guess granny is the only one who can get away with the pet names :)