It's a girl thing

And it's absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with this picture.

I flatly refuse to do "you know what" in the back garden when Ernie is around. I do not like being knocked over when I'm in the middle of a bodily function.

I know boys can do it where ever and whenever they want. Cock a leg, and it's all over.

But for us girls it's different. We have to squat, and we like to do it in peace and private.

So whenever I am playing with Ernie, and I feel the need, I bat back upstairs and ask HIM or HER, and they take me out into the front garden, and wait for me, face averted, while I do what has to be done.

It's a girl thing.