David...you gotta love the man.

So last night David, Noah and I were lounging in the bed. Our tummies were full. Giants were up 4 to 1.

All was well with the world.

Noah and I were reading "The Little Red Barn".

We looked at the horses and 'neighed'.
We looked at the dogs and we 'woofed'.
We looked at the chickens and we 'clucked'.
We looked at the pigs and we 'oinked'.
We looked at the cows and we 'moo-ed'.

But then, we came across a pigeon...and we..."(sat in silence)".

What sound do pigeons make? Noah turned to look at me with expectant eyes waiting to hear what sound pigeons make. It has been years since I've seen or made any acquaintance with any pigeon, so my mind came to a blank. In quick desperation I turned to David.

David, what sound do pigeons make?

You know what he said?

He said, "Eee!"

A quick, short, staccato "Eee!"

Now, I'm no city gal, and I must give David the benefit of the doubt given that he was born and raised in San Francisco his entire life, but I'm pretty confident that pigeons don't go "Eee!".

Maybe mice, or bats or squirrels...but I have never in my life heard a pigeon go "Eee!" -- in California or elsewhere, so we can eliminate the possibility of regional dialect.

Now, my concern is not the fact that David does not know what sound pigeons make -- further thought and I was able to recover from the dark recesses of my mind that they 'coo' -- but my concern is that he's been reading with Noah and teaching him other unorthodox and bizarrely inaccurate information.

This is not a singular isolated event.

The other day he was singing nursery rhymes with Noah:

I'm a little teapot,
Yes, I am.
I'm a little teapot,
Yes, I am.
I'm a little teapot,
Yes, I am.
I'm a little teapot,
Yes, I am.
The End.

That IS NOT how the song goes.

But it's funny, so I just let all these small indiscretions go. I'm sure one day, Noah will abruptly turn to Dad and correctly inform him that pigeons "coo" and introduce David to the anatomy of a teapot.