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!