The other day while we were playing, this is how our conversation unfolded:
H: Mom, come see this. What is that thing hammering in our tree?
M: I don't see what you are talking about.
H: Pay attention. You aren't looking. Right there. (He was right).
M: Oh, I see it. That is a woodpecker.
H: Why is that woodpecker doing that?
M: Just cause (obviously I'm distracted and to tell you the truth, I don't know why they do that).
H: Why, "just cause?" (Clearly this answer isn't cutting it anymore).
M: Well, I guess he just wants to make a hole.
H: Why does that woodpecker have red hair stuck up like that?
M: H, I have no idea.
H: I need to catch him. Where is our broom?
M: I'm not sure you can catch him with a broom.
H: Yes I can. I need my helmet too.
M: Okay, good luck and don't get too close. I don't want him to hammer on your face.
H: That's silly mom. I be careful.
And so, for the next 30 minutes, Harrison chased the woodpecker around the yard...in the appropriate garb saying "Here woodpecker. Here woodpecker. I want to see you."