NO! A pecker...

So, sitting at a spotlight is always an experience with my kids. They can see things and take the time to analyze their surroundings. We do live in Arkansas so I am very rarely surprised by the things that we see from our perch in my ginormous gas guzzler. But when I my daughter started yelling "Mommy, look at that pecker," I almost had heart failure. My mother just so happened to be sitting in the passenger seat and shot me a look that said "what the HELL have you been teaching my granddaughter!" I asked very calmly, "Sweetheart what are you looking at?" "Mommy, I am looking at that brown pecker over there!" Oh crap. What is going on? I'm looking around looking for a brown pecker (and you all know what I mean, don't pretend you don't). Finally, she rolls her eyes and looks at me in the rear view mirror, "Duh Mommy, I mean the birdie on the ground, the PECKER. Like the kind that hit their heads on wood stuff." Oh. Got it.