Where birdies go?

The J-Dawg was getting ready for bed the other night when we saw a formation of geese out of his window.

-Papa, where birdies go?
-Um. They're going to Florida, for the winter.
-Go Florida? See Ngin-ngin, Yeh-yeh?
-Yes. They're going to visit your Ngin-ngin and Yeh-yeh.
-Call Ngin-ngin, Yeh-yeh.
-OK.

So we get my mom on speaker phone.

-Ngin-ngin!
-Hello, Jasper. How are you?
-I good. Ngin-ngin. Birdies fly Florida?

Mom thinks about this for a second.

-No. Not yet, sweetie. They're on their way, but they have to keep stopping for food and water. I'll call and let you know when they get here, ok?
-Ok. I love you.
-I love you too. Good night.