A few days back I was driving home from Cub with Paige in the backseat. She was going on about the shapes she could see in the clouds, so I opened the sun roof for a better view and she was of and running again, her imagination never takes a break!
I concentrated on driving as she told me all the things she saw, A Bunny in a House, a dragon, a cat with claws and a Pecker.
Nearly rear ending the guy in front of me then missing a green light, I spun around in me seat and tried not to laugh hysterically as I said, "Um, hunny I don't know what those look like. What is it again?" no need to give her more info then she needs, just in case she wasn't really talking about, what it is I thought she was talking about.
"You know mom, a peck-er" she looked at me with that exasperated look I don't expect til her teenage years, and emphasized each syllable sharply.
I wasn't looking directly at her anymore because I was back to driving us home, but I looked at her through my back seat mirror I have and tried again, "Well tell me what they look like"
She sighed in a way that suggested simply she knew more then me, and was irritated to have to explain such a mundane piece of information to her mom. I expect I'll get more of this in her later years as well. She finally leads into her description "You know, a Pecker. Those birds that sit on the trees and peck holes in them. A Pecker?" She almost asked the last part, like she was trying to see if I followed.
I could no longer hold my laughter in, partly out of relief and said "OH! A WOOD Pecker!, sure hunny I know what those are"
She looked at me from the backseat trying not to show that she was a bit cheesed that I had corrected her. "Yes mom. A Wood Pecker. That's what I said"
That's a 4 year old for you. Sheesh. The trouble I have to go through to get an explanation out of her :0)