“…or, You Could Be A Pirate…”

One of my littles (my grandsons) was having a conversation with his younger brother in the back seat of my car the other day while on the way to our next quest.

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

This is both amusing and thought-provoking since the eldest is eight years old and having this conversation with his six-year-old brother.

“I dunno,” says the littlest, who is not sure what he wants for lunch, let alone a career choice.

“Well, you could be a doctor. Or a policeman. Or a fireman. Or a pirate,” my oldest grandson says thoughtfully, wanting to give his younger brother some options.

Wait. What?

“A pirate???” I ask, wondering just where that last suggestion is coming from. Knowing my eldest grandson, I’m sure there will be a good story behind it.

The eight-year-old starts laughing.

Hysterically.

When he can talk again, he laughs and says, “No Gramma, I said “PILOT!”

Big difference!

Everyone else in the car, including me, starts laughing to the point of tears.

I had to pull over for this one and now, the ‘exit-the-car’ remark has been replaced, from “I love you, have a great day, don’t bite anybody,” to “I love you, have a great day, don’t be a pirate!”

Arghhh!

Out for now to work on being a pirate!