I knew I loved Pirates

So both My Honey and I were worn out this evening and the thought of making dinner was spirit crushing.  The obvious solution, of course, was pizza.  The Bandit was goofing around and put a pepperoni over his eye and pretended to be a pirate.  “Aaaaaaarrrrrrg,” he said, giggling.  Unfortunately, now his eye is red and sore.  Lesson learned: pepperoni doesn’t make the best eye patch.

While writing this, My Honey called me in to show me that very same adorable, precious pirate drew with crayon all over the beautiful bookshelves my favorite father-in-law made for me.  These were the very same bookshelves I threatened to surround with barbed wire when the kids were born.  I resisted my gut instincts and look what I have to show for it.

Anyone want a pirate?  Cheap.