Luck and Pirates

Here are a couple conversations you might have overheard if you walked past us on the way to the park lately...

'Did you know I'm not steppin' on the cracks?'

'No, Ellie.  I hadn't noticed.'

'I don't step on the cracks because it's bad luck.'

'It is?  What is luck?'

'You know, luck.  It's just luck.  Like I don't step on the cracks because it's bad luck but I look all over for four leaf clovers cause it's good luck.  That's what luck is.'

'Oh, I see.  Ellie, how do you know about this?'

'Silly Mama, I just made it up!'

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I'm at home with a napping Madeline when the phone rings...

Ryan, calling from the park:  Hey!  Ellie wants to ask you something.

Ellie:  Hi, Mama!  Would you mind if Daddy was a pirate for Halloween?  I think Daddy should be a pirate.  He'll need a big costume, you know, a grown up size and an eye patch.

Me:  OK.  I don't mind but what does Daddy think?

Ellie:  Oh no, he doesn't mind either.  He said it will be perfect since I'm being a mermaid and Madeline is a crab.  He'll just be Captain Daddy the Pirate of the Sea.  And in the Pottery Barn catalog I don't think there are pirate costumes but the place where my costume comes from, they have pirate costumes.

Me:  Sure, that sounds great.  I'll just take the pictures.

Ellie:  Oh, that's a great idea!

Me:  I'm glad you think so. 

{because there is no way on this earth you'll catch me in a pirate costume this Halloween.  ;)  }