Pretty bird

I've mentioned that Peanut is going to be a peacock for Halloween. My sister found these costumes and we are going to make them for our daughters minus the masks because neither one of them will wear them.

This morning I was reading Peanut a book with a peacock in it. Excitedly, I said, "Look! That's a peacock. You are going to be a peacock for Halloween."

She replied, "I'm going to be a peacock?" Except she left the pea off peacock.

And then she repeated it.

Shaking my head and remembering this little incident, I called my mother to relay this story. I feared Peanut would tell neighbors the same thing on Halloween and they would turn us into Children's Services for teaching our 2-year-old obscene words*.

My mother, wisely and calmly said, "Just tell her she's going to be a pretty bird."

So Peanut is no longer a peacock but a pretty bird.

*Disclaimer: While I have been known to have a mouth like a sailor, neither the husband nor I swear around Peanut. We are very sunshine, lollipops, shiny, clean words around her. I promise.