Walking home from school, the sun is shining, the kids are happy (I know, both things are majorly surprising aren’t they?!) and the birds are singing.
Then my 6 year old stops by some tall bushes and says,
“Mummy? What’s that squeaking noise?”
To which I reply by saying,
“I think it’s a bird…”
“Oh, right!” He says. “Mummy, I think it’s a bird getting laid…”
“A what?!” I ask, stunned.
“A bird getting laid!! Oh, wait, I mean a bird laying. Laying an egg, that’s what I meant” he replies.
Phew. Thank goodness for that.
No bird titillation today thank you…
A tit in our garden… (sniggers)
