Today, Liam came in the house nearly bursting out of his new $4.80 KMart jeans because he had seen the first robin of spring. I wondered if he really knew what he was talking about, so I quizzed him. Liam assured me that, indeed, this little red-breasted bird had been hanging out in our backyard.
"He talked to me," Liam said.
"What did he say?"
"He told me to bring my sprinkler and my doll in the house, and I thought I'd better listen to what the birdie said, so I did it. I brought them inside."
Indeed he did. It brings new meaning to the phrase "a little birdie told me", doesn't it?