I often sing ridiculous little made-up ditties to the birds. One has a swing beat and goes something like:

We got the cutie (point at Charlie)
We got the beauty (point at Lucy)
We got the cutie and the beauty,
They're the sweetie-pie birds,
They're the best little birds
in the whole wide world,
They sing it high
And they snack it low,
The best little birds you want to know,
They're the birdies, the birdies, the birdies,
Yeah!

So, this morning Charlie is going through his vocabulary and I hear

the birdies, the birdies, the birdies

Nice to know someone in the house listens to me.