Michael wandered into the kitchen making an awful noise, not really crying, more of a whinge. After the usual questions of "what's the matter?? What's wrong??" DH looked at him and said "Michael stop bleating"
Michael sharp as ever looked and said "I'm not bleating, I'm wining"
Turned and walked away, leaving DH and I standing there looking at each other, with mouths wide open!
Bright as a button our son!