We're in the car, Bodhi's babbling but I'm not recently listening because my mind has wandered in a lewd direction.
Then, somewhat alwarmingly I hear Olivia say 'JuicyCock?? What's juicycock?'
'I don't think that's what he said, Olivia, I'm sure it's not.' Subject change ahoy.
Let's get back to talking about farting, shall we?
I lie Bodhi down on the sofa to change his nappy, and he tells me there's a small plastic piggy beneath him. I rescue it and hand it to him.
'Oh! Das ist mine piggy!' he says in delight.