The girls are home from school today. I’m not sure why, but I think it has something to do with either staff development or the birth of Matthew Sweet.
As I prepared my very large cup of coffee this morning, I glanced out into the back yard where I noticed a fairly large bird with a red spot on his head.
Me (still suffering from pregnancy brain, five years after the fact): Sssh! Girls! Come look at this! We have a red peckerhead in our back yard!
Harper (scrambling toward the window): What’s a peckerhead?
Me (still completely unaware of what I’m saying): A peckerhead is that bird with the red spot on his head! He takes his beak and he beats it against a tree so it goes knockknockknockknockknock!
Harper: Meredith! We’ve got a peckerhead in the yard!
Thank God for Meredith. She slowly wandered over, looked out into the back yard, and said, “Actually, Mommy, I think that’s a woodpecker.”