Magpie

Driving into town yesterday, my Brown Eyed Girl was chatting away in the back seat - like every day... like every moment her eyes are open. We were spotting pretty trees. Looking for deer, especially baby deer. Finding deer is pretty easy these days. This year's babies have started venturing out with their momma's, searching for food. Not to mention, the rut is building.

As I was thinking about something else, my Brown Eyed Girl exclaimed from the back seat, "Mommy, look at that birdie! It has beautiful white on his feathers!"

I agreed with her and said, "That's a Magpie."

"No. Mommy, that's a Pecker."

Exhaling a whisper of a giggle, "Actually honey, it's called a Magpie."

"Mom! He's a Pecker!"

"Okay honey."

Sometimes you have to pick your battles. It's probably not the best technicality to make a big deal about.

About thirty seconds later...

"Mom! Look at all those Peckers!"

Im going to need to nip this one in the bud before day care/preschool next week...