Woodpecker Ugly

I have a little girl that hates tags. Clothing tags, price tags, tags on anything. So a week ago when rest of the family was snuggled up on the living room floor for a nap, Sister once again decided to take matters into her own hands and remove the tag on her pillow. My pony tail was spared, but her pillow case didn't fare so well.

In trying to decide how to discipline her, Brent heard the pesky woodpecker rooting for bugs on our roof. He asked Sis if she liked them ruining our house and destroying it? Somehow he compared it to her ruining things and now she starts crying whenever she hears the woodpeckers.

Being the independent little girl she is, Sister came upstairs the other day while I was feeding Ruby. She was so proud of her latest accomplishment. While I was occupied, she managed to find my nail polish and paint her entire fingers hot pink. She was so cute in her cowboy boots and little stocking cap holding out her hands saying "Look! Mom!. She was just beaming at her masterpiece, feeling oh so pretty. My mind and body immediately raced downstairs to see the damage.

Lucky for us, there were only a few drop on the hardwood floor. Easy enough fix. But in order to detour her from setting up beauty shop again, I asked her to show her dad. He immediately said, "Oh Dalanie, that is so woodpecker ugly. Next time you need to ask for help." To which she started crying and hiding her hands. She kicked off her boots only to reveal equally beautiful toes. (I had to sneak a picture when she was asleep because she wouldn't show anyone.)She's already asked me for help on several things. Who knew woodpeckers could be such valuable and effective teaching tools?