My five-year-old son (Bun) bought a pirate costume at a yard sale today. A little girl got to the sword and spyglass first, so the outfit is short a couple of accessories. On that note, Bun was describing the things he still needed to be a real pirate.
Bun: Daddy, do I look like a real pirate?
Me: Yes. You look like a great pirate.
Bun: Only I need an eye patch and a bird to tie to my shoulder.
Me: You mean a parrot like a pirate might have?
Bun: Yes. And, Daddy?
Me: Yes, Bun?
Bun: I am the only pirate that brushes his teeth.
Me: That’s a very good pirate.
Bun: Yeah. You know, pirates don’t ever brush one of their teeth.