Biddy Please?

That's Natty's latest gaffe. I love it. When he gets really worked up, he clasps his hands together, bounces and asks, "Biddy please? Biddy please? Biddy please?" I don't have the heart to tell him he's got it all wrong. Who am I to say? I mean, if he's so passionate about something, and it makes me smile from the inside out, then who am I to rain on his parade? Sure, biddy can mean either a female chicken, or an ugly frightening old woman. But I prefer his interpretation. In honesty, I wish I could learn a few more interpretations from him. See things through his eyes. I bet life would be simpler. And boy, could I ever use a dose of simpler.