THATS NOT EVEN A WORD!?!?!?!

There are many days I feel like I need re-enforcements and today was no exception. You see, I have in our lovely little coop several chickens who tend to go back to their native language and try to confuse me, leaving me questioning my motherly super powers.
Like I said today was no exception...
I was in the laundry room...where I seem to live these days...and in walks, no crawls, Michael and Rebekah. They quickly look at me and say "birrr maama flibbit" and then exit the room. I am left thinking that they are simply playing "bolt" a game they play that is really just them simply fighting over WHO is going to be bolt the dog. So I continue to go about my lovely task of folding laundry and in walks another small chicken, who looks at me and says "birrr maama flibbit" and then walks out of the room. Well this is a new development I think to myself. This small chicken has never had the honor of "playing" bolt. hmmmm a few minutes later in crawls the first two chickens and they look at me and say "birrr maama flibbit" and then leave. I start thinking that maybe they are trying to tell me something so I go and seek out the chickens in question and ask simply...
"what are you trying to tell me?"
"birrr maama flibbit" they tell me in unison.
"what?!?!?" I ask.
"birrr maama flibbit" they state simply.
"Thats not even a WORD!" I say to them.
"oh" Rebekah states like she is shocked to find out she is speaking gibberish.
"Mikayle diaper stinks." Michael says.
Really? Really? "Next time just tell me." I tell them.
"We did" they both state in shock.
and so, today was yet another day where I needed to have re-enforcements. Anyone want a job?