[from far away, a little girls' voice] "Neeeeeeeeeiiil!"
[I walk to the kitchen and over to the bay windows] What is it, Lindsey.
"Lookit. Those two birds are fighting."
"Right there. By the pool, on the slide."
"Why are they fighting like that?"
[She looks up at me, awaiting an answer]
Well those doves are fighting in that particular way because they like each other.
[twists face] "Because they like each other!?"
Eeyeah. It's a good fight.
"They've been fighting forever just now. What happens when one wins?"
Well, they both kind of...win in that fight.
[makes a face] "Birds are weird."