I don’t want to be a pirate!
Tin has been in the throes of Pirate-mania. Tata, our friend’s nanny in Zahara, gave him a pirate tee shirt and then we have been reading Pirates Don’t Change Diapers and suddenly it is nonstop pirate all the time around here. Below is Tin carrying around the now crumbled photograph of Tata who showed him how to baile flamenco – oh pa! and gave him galletas Maria to eat while we were in Spain. He has not let go of that photograph and he LOVES his pirate shirt.
September 7th, 2010 at 8:48 am
To err is human; to argh is pirate.