Phoebe and I were in the garden when she decided to pop back into the house. She stuck her head through the open door and said something about going to the toilet.
Me: Oh, you're going to the toilet are you?
Me: Do you want Mammy to come and help you?
Phoebe: No, Phoebe can manage.
[Shuts door and wanders off. Doesn't actually go to toilet though.]