Anne: Xavvi and I were playing today.

Me: Mm-hmm (in the way that one who isn’t really paying that much attention mm-hmms).

Anne: He was the King, and I was his bird.

Me: I’m sorry, what?! … Did he tell you that?

(He’s Polish, so that would be weird.)

Anne: No, I told him. I was his pet bird. A parrot!