Tiny Pirate

Since we went to our friend Malik's fifth birthday a few weeks ago, Bob has enjoyed speaking the foreign language he learned there: Pirate.

"Ahoy matey Mama matey!"

"Ahoy, sweetheart. Would you like a yogurt?

"Avast ye yogurt!"

"I'm not sure what you mean by that."

"I'll have a yogurt."

"Please."

"Please, Mama."

"Here you go."

"Thank you. Booty! Do we get to keep all of our stuff forever?"

"Wow, change of subject. Okay. Keep which stuff?"

"All of our stuff, our things."

"You can try to hold on to things, I suppose, but by nature things and people come and go. Except your family. Your family is forever."

"Shiver me timbers!"

"And you'll never get rid of me."

"Arrrrrrr!"

"Exactly."