My son recently spent a little time with his Aunt Patty. As a result of that weekend visit with her, my son has had a dramatic change in his vocabulary; which may in fact explain my—I am still half asleep and don’t know who I am—responses to the pirate this morning when he tried to wake me up at 5 a.m. to prepare for our 18-car ride with the triplets and then some…
PIRATE AT 5a.m. ish : Hey, hon…it’s a little after 5.
ME: PUT ANOTHER SHRIMP ON THE BAAA-BIE. ( Said with an Australian accent.)
PIRATE: What? You asked me to wake you up at 5. It’s a little after. And babe, you’re not Australian, by the way.
ME: WHAT. IN. THE. NAME. OF. PETE? (said in a British accent)
PIRATE: Good grief, woman–you’re not British either and it’s time to get up.
Then he gently nudged me off the bed with his right heel.
Thus concludes our morning conversation and begins our 18-hour car ride to the sunny beaches of Florida for our version of Griswold’s gone wild Spring Break Vacation.
I know.
We are a little nuts with a side of raisins and colored chocolate.
Just love us through it.
And send chapstick.
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You crack me up!
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Since you sing show tunes at the crack of dawn, I can COMPLETELY see you doing all of this ….. and more. Have a ball!
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I read this over the weekend and just laughed and laughed. I could hear your accents.
Hope you’re taking in a lot of sun as I type this 
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