Packers

For the last few days, John has been asking me, "When are the packers coming back?" This was a mystifying question.

Today he asked me again while on our walk and, again, I told him that I didn't know what packers were.

John: "Packers! They have beaks." (He signed BIRD.) "And they go like this on trees." (Envision a two-year-old flailing his head like he is in a mosh pit at a heavy metal concert.)

Mama: "Oh! Woodpeckers!"