Somewhere along the line, we converted to pirates. Sure, there are sushi chef days, knight days, dinosaur days. Evan often pretends he is a baby alien in a box. Master Viper and Master Tiger still come over for lunch every once in a while. But pirates is a thing we play every day now. And I think it’s my fault.
Maybe it was when Evan started hooking on the Backyardigans pirate edpisode, and I looked for it all over YouTube, only to find hilarious homemade, stop-action shorts. Maybe it was when I learned the lyrics of “A Pirate’s Life” and decided I needed to make new verses that were more child-friendly. Maybe it was when I bought The Pirates that Don’t Do Anything because we had no movies of good guy pirates that were age suitable.
Evan: Daddy? Do butt pirates have arrows?
Me: I’m sure they have bows and arrows. (Quietly to the husband) He has no idea what that is.
The Husband: (quietly to me) Are you sure?
Or yesterday when we were about to go swimming.
Evan: I’m a BUTT PIRATE!
Me: A What?! (He doesn’t know what it means.) Evan, what’s a butt pirate?
Evan: It’s a naked pirate.
Now how do we get that phrase out of your head?
Now Evan talks about his pirate birthday party, which has sent me salivating with ideas. Sashes, bandanas, and tattoos for all the kids. We’ll make craft foam boats. We’ll paint rocks gold. We’ll have a luau and include Evan’s love of Tiki gods. We’ll build our own mini water park in my parents’ backyard.
I learned yesterday I was getting too carried away as I stood in line with my mom at the material store, getting the last minute things for the bridal shower. I grabbed a ruminant of black material. My mom arched her eye brown in silent question. “We can make pirate flags! Each boy can make their own!” My mom asked, “How would you do that?” “We could- We could iro- No. We would use-Um, no that won’t work either. I have. Damn. Never mind. I’ll put this back until I can think it through.”
I can’t help but get excited because Sean has become equally excited as Evan and I.
Sean goes around singing, “Yo, ho, yo, ho” every where. Then he got a pirate shirt with a skull and cross bones the other day. He touched the shirt and went “Arrrr!” Then he did it again when ever he wanted people to say pirate. He tried to say pirate once. “Pie-Arrrr!”
We’re going to have the best pirate day ever!