"Look daddy, a King fly", said my son
"Why is it a King fly?", I ask
"I dunno, it just is", young Biff replied.
A couple of days went by before the penny dropped, and I realised why he referred to flies as, "King flies", when I caught Ms Biff running around the house shouting, "FucKing flies".
Oh the joys of innocence!
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