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.
The Triple Lock
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I want to write something on this because it's been in the news lately, and
people have been misunderstanding me on social media. Which is a little
awkward...
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