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)