Joey: (in a sing song voice) "My birdie, my birdie"
Me: (to my friend Charlene sitting beside me) "Listen, Joey is singing about his birdie"
At this point my friend looks over her shoulder at Joey and starts laughing hysterically. When she is able to catch her breath (I'm talking tears down the face laughing here folks) she says
"He's not singing about his birdie, he's singing TO his birdie".
My wonderful, adorable little man had his birdie OUT of his pants and was singing to it. Oh the joys of having boys.