Last night Thomas and I were “sword fighting” in the playroom (do I get “extra points” for this?) and I was doing my best to get into the act — thrusting, parrying, getting “killed,” etc… In the middle of all this, I shouted (in my best pirate voice) “Taste my blade, you scoundrel!”
Thomas immediately dropped his sword, picked mine up, pretended to take a bite out of it, and then said, “Ptoooey, Mommy… pirate swords don’t taste bwery good.”