Lunchtime phone call

Me: Hi, Son.
Son: Hello, daddy.
Son: Are you a coppaju, daddy?
Me: I don't know what that means.
Son: (mumbles explanation)
Me: What was that?
Son: Daddy?
Me: Yes son?
Son: I love you, daddy.
Me: I love you, too.
Son: Daddy?
Me: Yes son?
Son: What are you doing?
Me: I am at the office.

( Son puts phone down, wanders away)

Son: (From some distance away) What are these, daddy?
Me: I can't see what you are holding.
Son: What the white one is, daddy?
Me: I can't see what you are talking about.
Son: (Returns to phone) What's the one I'm pointing at?
Me: I cannot see what you are pointing at.
Son: OK Daddy, Bye.
Me: Bye.