Only in my family would this conversation take place.
Me: "So Munch, how are you doing with walking Daisy?"
Me: "Are you having any trouble cleaning up her poopies?"
Son: "No, not really"
Me: "Are you cleaning them up the way I showed you?"
Son: "No...I just place the baggie under her bottom as she poops."
Me: "No, you don't...seriously?"
Son: "Beats having to scoop her poop."
Can't argue with that.