This evening, we were driving past a house we're interested in. We pulled forward... we pulled back... forward again... back again... M had no more than finished saying, "This probably looks a little weird," when a neighbor came over to the car to ask if he could help us. A neighbor wearing... a black eye patch. (Have you ever met anyone with a black eye patch? Nor I.) A very PIRATEY black eye patch it was, too. A few minutes of small talk - we're harmless! really! - and we drove away. The backseat had been surprisingly quiet this whole time, but as soon as the car began to move:
Asparagus (voice full of wonder): MAMA! A PIRATE!!! (covers one eye with her hand, miming an eye patch) ARRRRRRRR!
Thank Uncle Mark for that!
Posted by: Jean Wildeboer | July 25, 2009 at 09:53 AM
Oh-Oh. Vocational profiling.
Posted by: No pirates here | July 25, 2009 at 10:47 AM
Maybe she and Zora can team up to revive piracy on the Great Lakes: when she was born, one of our friends commented that with such a distinctive combination of first and last names, swashbuckling and piracy were possible career options.
Posted by: Erica | July 26, 2009 at 08:50 AM
YES!!!...That is amazing!!! Both that she saved it & didn't say anything while you were talking to him, AND that she is already wary of scurvy sea dogs at such a young age
Posted by: Mark | July 27, 2009 at 11:22 PM