Me (waxing eloquent): "Come look out the window - it's beautiful out here, the sunlight's all mellow gold, and the trees in front of Bucky's house are in bloom, and full of hummingbirds - "
Mum (trying not to laugh): "That's not very poetic!"
Me: "How so? They're gorgeous, they look like little embers!"
Mum: "Oh...Oh! Hummingbirds! I thought you said 'fucking-birds!"
Me: "Well, it is spring..."
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