I Am a Pirate

"Here, hold my sword!" said Jacob. "Bad Guys!"
Pshoo! Pshoo! "I shot them!" he says.
"I have poison!" I said.
"Good! Throw it on them! When they step on it, it will kill them!"
"Captain!" Jacob means me of course. "There's another pirate! Throw your water on him!"
"But I want to drink it," my weak non-pirate blood cries. Then I see the desperation in Captain Jacob's eyes (yep he's a captain, too) and I throw a splash of water overboard.
"Good! You got his eye! Get his other eye! Get the rest of him!"
Again my cold water goes overboard.
"Good job!"
Then he gives me a consoling look. "Mommy, we're good guys, okay? We're good guys," he says, as if to reassure me of our status despite all the recent killings.
Later our Pirate Ship Playhouse seems to be meeting a more favorable wind, so I meet Jacob at the railing and order a hamburger.
"I don't have any."
"French fries?"
"Um...No," he says without remorse.
I give in. "Okay, Poison?"
His eyes light up. "Yeah!"
I go to take it from him and he gently chides me, "It's a dollar."
I go on to order more poison, a cannon (which was only available after the brief explanation that it blows things up), and several rockets.
Later we ventured to distant islands and used our sword to chop down old cornstalks. We also gathered more poison (basil blossoms). It rained a lot though (according to Jacob), and each time we had to run back to the ship for safety.
Can I just say I love being a pirate with Captain Jacob?
Arrgg!
Oh, and in case you forgot, this is what our playhouse looks like, courtesy of Bekah.