Arrr! He be Captain Andrewboots!

This weekend we dressed up as pirates and made a movie. It was highly successful.
I learned how to stick a knife in the ground, and how to behead a duck.
We fought and plundered and Arrrr!-ed our maggoty hearts out.
We slinked and slunked and ran and climbed,
All the while eating snails and really bad eggs...

We met our esteemed Captain Andrewboots at the playground, which was to become our ship. He had awe-inspiring yellow gumboots, ideal for the stealth plunder, and we wanted to call him Captain Yellowboots. He, however, professed undying affection for his name, Andrew, and proceeded to call himself, Captain Andrewboots. Aye, and a worthy name it was, mateys. He dubbed myself Double-Girlboots... I pointed out that I wasn't wearing boots, and he oh so thoughtfuly changed my name to Double-Boyboots... Aye!

Happy Birthday to Captain Andrewboots, who turned 5 seven days ago!

What would it be like, a fresh face in the 5-year old scene, to turn up at your neigbourhood playground to find a surly pack of pirates? Fearless Captain Andrewboots didn't show any signs of surprise or bewilderment, as I might have done. It was strangely as though he expected us to be there, just to play with him. Aye, and play we did. An admirable quality in any fine Captain.
I want to be like that.