Aye Aye, Captain Patrick the Pirate

Today’s conversation on the way to Jean’s. . .

The scenario: Patrick is wearing the red cup we use to wash soap out of his hair on his left hand as his “pirate hook.”

P: Mom, I can be a bad pirate. Dad can be a bad pirate. Blaise can be a bad pirate. John can be a bad pirate.

Me: Okay.

P: Mom, you can be a good pirate. And Ava. And Ava’s mom. And Stacy. And Kim.

Me: Kim is Ava's mom.

P: Oh, yeah.

Me: And who else?

P: And Jenn can be a good pirate. And Eric can be a bad pirate. Girls are good pirates and boys are bad pirates. And we’re gonna need a bunch of swords.

Me: Okay.

P: And I going to be the captain (salute) with a hook and a BIG sword. Pirates need boats, too. We need boats. Pirates look for an X. You gotta yell loud – X! – when you find it. And the X means treasure.

Me: What’s treasure?

P: Gold is treasure. And food.

Me: Like what kinda food?

P: (Without hesitation) Ice cream. PB&J. Hey mom, there’s a Jeep.