Now, before anyone out there in the Blogosphere starts freaking out, the title of this blogpost refers to the innocence of my son, who is three and a half. Gabe refers to birds as "cocks." I am not really sure where he picked the lingo up, but it is funny, so our giggles encourage him to continue with that name.
While we were visiting family in California, my sister-in-law, Gabe, and I went out hiking in the Berkley hills (Tilden Park, for those who are familiar with the Bay Area). He saw a few birds and called out, "Look Momma! Cocks!" Yeah, we laughed. It is so cute and super funny. So, anyway, while out on this hike we heard several woodpeckers (or perhaps one who was very mobile in it's quest for food). Gabe asked, "What's that?" I replied, "A woodpecker, Gabe." From that information Gabe began calling out, "Momma! A pecker, Momma! It's a pecker!!" everytime he would hear the tap-tap-tapping of a woodpecker in the trees.
True story. And so now you understand about "cocks" and "peckers."
While we were visiting family in California, my sister-in-law, Gabe, and I went out hiking in the Berkley hills (Tilden Park, for those who are familiar with the Bay Area). He saw a few birds and called out, "Look Momma! Cocks!" Yeah, we laughed. It is so cute and super funny. So, anyway, while out on this hike we heard several woodpeckers (or perhaps one who was very mobile in it's quest for food). Gabe asked, "What's that?" I replied, "A woodpecker, Gabe." From that information Gabe began calling out, "Momma! A pecker, Momma! It's a pecker!!" everytime he would hear the tap-tap-tapping of a woodpecker in the trees.
True story. And so now you understand about "cocks" and "peckers."
