MomRed is standing at the back window, looking at the birdbath. DadRed is in the next room
DadRed: “Anything interesting?”
MomRed: “We seem to have been robinated.”
I looked around and saw that indeed, it was standing room only robins around the rim of the birdbath, which one bird was trying to turn into a lawn sprinkler.
A few minutes later I heard . . .
DadRed: “Shift change.”
DadRed: “The robins were be-doveled.”
And people wonder where I get it from . . .