Pirates, Hooks, and Grandma's

The little guy who calls me Grandma Pat is smart as a whip!  He is 4 1/2.  Although I'm not his true Grandma - the pleasure being called and loved just like a 'real life Grandma' is wonderful.  Each visit with him is one of discovering his vast knowledge about new things.  Plus leaves these ole Fishlips smiling with amazement and pride.

Had lunch with him and mommy plus a couple of other friends on Saturday.  As the case most times, I'm invited over to his house to play cars or he has something very new and important he needs to show off to me.  Its a ploy just for me to come over and play.

Having to run errands I begged off until Sunday - I already miss the days of when I had to beg off he would cry...Now he just becomes sweeter, begs and then acknowledges that its okay if I come the next day. All too soon I won't be invited to come over and play...I hope those days are long way off but I know they will arrive all too soon.

Sunday morning was busy with baking, and doing some work around the house.  By afternoon was free and I could go visit.

Since his pre-school was having a Halloween Party on Tuesday; his mommy had already asked if I would mind bringing the items over that I had gotten him for his birthday party which will be 'Pirate Theme' and my little guy was going to be a  Pirate for preschool party. My items would complete his outfit.

A 3 corner Pirates Hat, Eyepatch, Gold Hoop Earring, and the best item a Pirate's Hook.  For his birthday party I will be sewing up a dashing Captain Hook's type jacket and make him a peg leg.  But that will be down the road for now back to my story:

After arriving and chatting a few minutes,  the little guy wanted to show off his newly acquired outfit.  With a flash of a bright smile and stern look; then being told "To Turn Around and Don't Look Grandma Pat".

Fishlips complied and stood watching the single pet gold fish swim in his tank.

Then a  throaty "Har hAR  MaTey"

and a Very loud  -

"You can LOOKKKK NOW GRANDDMAAA PAT!"

Turning around my heart swooned for cutest pirate one could envision. 

Then the announcement came, "Chase me Grandma Pat"  being handed a wooden sword and he running down the hallway wearing his hat, eyepatch and hook in hand.  Two circles through the kitchen and hallway made me lagged behind.  Then in the sweestest and most serious 4 year old voice I heard:

"Here Grandma Pat";  he proceeded to taking the wooden sword out of my and handing me the pirates hook he then said "You're a HOOKER!

Both his mother and I started laughing.  We both thought of what the word Hooker means in a content of ladies of the night.

Innocence word from the mouths of babes though...

To a 4year old I am Grandma Pat; a playmate and in our world on Sunday we are Pirates.  Chasing each other through and around the house; taking turns of one would be sword fighting and one would be fighting back with the hook; laughing and being silly.  Making this visit a moment of time that was totally fun and a day that will stay with me for the rest of my life.