Ah, to be a four year old pirate.

You get ALL the chicks.

Let me explain . . . 

My four-year-old son was invited to his first birthday party for one of his friends.

When you’re four, you define a friend as “any other child in the same building.”

If the child is in the same room, this becomes their “best friend.”

When you’re older, you define a friend as “someone who doesn’t violate your anus without your consent.”

At least that’s how I define mine.

Capt Jack Sparrow

1. There’s lots of noise
2. There’s lots of chaos
3. Sometimes, there’s poo on the floor
   

At one point in the party, the birthday boy exclaimed that he was “Captain Jack Sparrow . . . Pirate!”

Awesome.

Isn’t that movie, like, rated PG-13?  Didn’t I see people getting run-through with swords?

TOTALLY appropriate for a four year old.

Good job, Captain Jack’s dad.

Here . . . why don’t you babysit my son for a bit.  However, please refrain from giving him TOO MUCH alcohol – because sometimes he takes his pants off.  And, really . . . none of us want to see that.

Anyway . . .

So while they’re playing “pirate,” one of the little girls looks at me and says:

Girl: “I’m his mate!”

Um . . .

What?

Me: “Um . . . ”

Girl: “I’m Captain Jack’s first mate!”

Barney in Caligula

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