Pirate Identity Regained

Yesterday, while Alex, Grandma and I walked to Powell's, I talked to Alex about his upcoming birthday party. I referred to Powell's as 'Captain Salty Dog's', as opposed to the Barnacle which we call 'Jolly Joe's'. This led to a discussion of Alex's pirate name which is, of course 'Captain Salty Dog'.

'No,' he said 'I'm Captain Thunderstorm!'

I said that that wasn't much of a pirate name. That was more of a superhero name. He insisted that this was his name now, even his pirate name.

Today, after I had ordered the seafood catering for his pirate party and had come back with cakes I expect to assemble as deserted tropical islands for his party tomorrow, I checked one more time.

'Who is Captain Salty Dog?', I asked him.

'Me!' he said while he dashed into his bedroom.

Whew! Saved the pirate interest for one more weekend. I was afraid that after having had to postpone the party for a month, we had missed the pirate window and gone straight into superhero mode.

Friday, April 23"