Walk the Plank, Matey!

We're a little behind on posting, but I have to add this one before I forget any of the details. Little Tate got his first legitimate black eye. Apparently slamming your face against the side of a canoe is not a good idea. Good to know.

Last night I took Mason and his little friend, Dane, to a pirate haunted house. Mason woke up this morning with pirate on the brain still. (He thought someone on the computer said "Pirate Smith" not "Hyrum Smith.") So he decided to put on his pirate garb and become Captain Mason, which included scotch-taping a plastic gold piece to his eye. I was trying to convince him it would be fun to come grocery shopping with me. I told him we would be going to the store where he could sit next to Tate in the cart because there would be two seats. He snarled back at me, "I'm a pirate, Mom. Pirates don't ride in carts, they walk. They walk the plank." While at the store (still decked out in his pirate outfit) he ran around shouting, "Arrrgh, matey" as well as swinging his sword wildly. I tried to grab him to tell him to calm down and not be so loud, but he kept yelling at me, "Come and get me you giant cottonball!" I was laughing so hard I was crying and could not discipline him. (Apparently that's what giant cottonballs do. I have no idea where he got the idea that calling someone a cottonball is an insult.) He also informed me that pirates can't cry with their eyepatches on or the eyepatches would fill up with water and become a weakness. Where does this kid come from?