13 lizard eggs? Ooh sounds like the start of a fantasy storybook!
Something happened earlier to me, slightly rude but...
I was collecting a pony parcel from the post office depot; I observing a guy who was about to reverse his car into me - many cars double-parked and not much space.
I mumbled a profanity, clearly not heeding that my young child was sat behind me (I try never to use bad language in front of her).
My child then piped up "what, Mummy? What did you say?"
I sat quietly, silently face-palming myself at what I had just said and losing hope on how to deflect the situation.
After a moment, she said: "Mummy, what foxy?
What was foxy doing? Did you see a fox? Where is the fox?"
Phew! Rescued by sweet innocence!
rest of the car trip home was discussing if it was a fox or ginger cat that I had seen running into the hedgerow...