Conversation with Anna, on the pot

"Mama, the poopie is in his house and he doesn't want to come out."

"Oh? What's he doing then? Is he is sleeping?"

"Nope."

"Is he drinking coffee?"

"Nope."

"Is he shy or something?"

"No." She glances up at me, with a weary, long-suffering look on her face. "He's just checking his email."