I can confirm. Atilla does understand when he needs to poop, and to tell us so.
Evidence: we were at Hong Kong airport, and he was happily playing when he suddenly became perturbed.
"What's wrong, honey?"
"Poo-oop," he declaimed worriedly.
"Okay sweetie, give your biscuit to Daddy."
Daddy volunteered to take Atilla to the male toilets. What a hero!
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Report back.
The loos are splendid things, though oddly shaped. Atilla made a great set of poop, as he was held over the toilet seat. And more importantly, he held onto his biscuit at all times, not once dropping it anywhere.
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