A Pirate's Life for Me
We have touched a bit on the Mud Puddle’s pirate side in the past. But the extent of the eye patch love has reached new heights in recent months so I thought it deserved a mention.
First off, the Mud Puddle has turned his bunk beds (he calls them bump beds and he likes to sleep on the top bump) into his own pirate ship.
I MAY have gone a little ballistic at Target purchasing pirate accessories, but I am only trying to nurture his imagination. He has pirate sheets, pirate fairy lights, a pirate table lamp and a pirate pillow.
We bought him special pirate costume pjs in London. The first night he had them on he fell asleep with the head scarf half on and his eye patch flipped up onto his forehead. It was VERY cute. But we are not cute pirates we are SERIOUS pirates.
In addition to turning his bed into a pirate ship he also turned his grandfather’s office into a pirates' den while he was staying with the Grandparents a few weeks back. He and Grampy were pirates and did pirate-y things apparently.
I bought him a rather pricey (but fun) pirate book last week and he informed me it came complete with a boating license, he gave me a license too so that I could be his First Mate, which I took as a pretty high honor. He then went on to inform me that Scott is Second Mate and the dogs are pirate dogs and he wants to make them walk the plank.
When you ask him what he wants to be when he grows up he says either a pirate or a veterinarian (well he says animal doctor, but I can barely pronounce the V word so why should he). I don’t think he understands the implications of what being a modern day pirate would entail (one of my friends suggested that the equivalent might be a hedge fund manager!). But I think he likes the idea of being captain of a ship (bossing people around) and making them walk the plank is very appealing to him.
I take complete blame for him being a pirate fiend. We went to watch the second "Pirates of the Caribbean" movie some months back and I suggested rather strongly that it might not be a good idea for him to watch it because Davy Jones was a little bit scary looking.
Well in true Man fashion (and being half Hallowell the stubborn streak is a mile wide) he decided not only was Davy Jones NOT scary it was his favorite character. Great. So now I have two Davy Jones action figures lying around my house and he talks about him ALL THE TIME.
We haven’t decided if we will take him to see the third one at the theater (it is one thing to watch those movies in your own living room with the lights on it is something completely different to be surrounded by strangers in the dark), he has expressed great excitement about going but we will see just how good a pirate he is between now and then.
First off, the Mud Puddle has turned his bunk beds (he calls them bump beds and he likes to sleep on the top bump) into his own pirate ship.
I MAY have gone a little ballistic at Target purchasing pirate accessories, but I am only trying to nurture his imagination. He has pirate sheets, pirate fairy lights, a pirate table lamp and a pirate pillow.
We bought him special pirate costume pjs in London. The first night he had them on he fell asleep with the head scarf half on and his eye patch flipped up onto his forehead. It was VERY cute. But we are not cute pirates we are SERIOUS pirates.
In addition to turning his bed into a pirate ship he also turned his grandfather’s office into a pirates' den while he was staying with the Grandparents a few weeks back. He and Grampy were pirates and did pirate-y things apparently.
I bought him a rather pricey (but fun) pirate book last week and he informed me it came complete with a boating license, he gave me a license too so that I could be his First Mate, which I took as a pretty high honor. He then went on to inform me that Scott is Second Mate and the dogs are pirate dogs and he wants to make them walk the plank.
When you ask him what he wants to be when he grows up he says either a pirate or a veterinarian (well he says animal doctor, but I can barely pronounce the V word so why should he). I don’t think he understands the implications of what being a modern day pirate would entail (one of my friends suggested that the equivalent might be a hedge fund manager!). But I think he likes the idea of being captain of a ship (bossing people around) and making them walk the plank is very appealing to him.
I take complete blame for him being a pirate fiend. We went to watch the second "Pirates of the Caribbean" movie some months back and I suggested rather strongly that it might not be a good idea for him to watch it because Davy Jones was a little bit scary looking.
Well in true Man fashion (and being half Hallowell the stubborn streak is a mile wide) he decided not only was Davy Jones NOT scary it was his favorite character. Great. So now I have two Davy Jones action figures lying around my house and he talks about him ALL THE TIME.
We haven’t decided if we will take him to see the third one at the theater (it is one thing to watch those movies in your own living room with the lights on it is something completely different to be surrounded by strangers in the dark), he has expressed great excitement about going but we will see just how good a pirate he is between now and then.
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