We crowded around the family room window and watched two robins peck each other in a duel over one of the juiciest worms ever to surface this side of the 401.

The kids giggled wildly at the closest thing they will ever see to a UFC fight and Greg used his quit wit and brutal British accent to provide voice over effects that would add to the laughter.

Through all of the chuckles, one of the birds pecked away at his opponent losing sight of the slimy prize.

Ellie cheering: He’s an IDIOT!

Everyone stopped.

I looked at Greg and he at me, we both tried hard not to laugh.

Greg explained that we don’t use words like that to our five year old and I did the same. We simply won’t tolerate anyone using words like idiot even if it was about an idiotic bird because one day that word might be used against a person and that is not okay.

Ellie’s eyes welled up.

“What word can’t I use?”

Greg and I: Idiot.

Ellie’s lip quivering: I said HE HASN’T ATE IT YET! (referring to the worm)

We opted to apologize rather than correct her grammar.

A lesson in parenting for a couple of idiots.