The other morning I got up to take Spot out to relieve himself. When I returned, a half sleeping Jack asked, “did you just poop?”
“Did I just poop?”, I asked, wondering if he had really just asked me that.
“Yeah, I want to know if YOU just pooped,” he replied, sarcastically. “No, I said, 'did he just poop?'.”
“Oh, yeah, he pooped. I didn’t, in case you were wondering, though.”
“I wasn’t and I’m still not, thanks.”