"Could you bring home take-out"

mckay- mommy, can pickors fly?

me- ummm, no pickles can't fly.

mckay- no not pickles, pi-ckors!

me- i don't know what you're saying.

mckay- PICKORS, dos bodes dat do dis,

(then he tapped on my arm with his finger).

me- do you mean wood peckers?

mckay- ya, wood pickors. do day fly?

me- yap, wood peckers can fly.