"arrr matey" isn't something one usually imagines coming out of a fairy's mouth...unless you are 4 and 6 year old boys. But when our friend Stephen, at the last workshop, offered to let me turn his curved piece of palm bark into a ship for the boys, Phineas couldn't resist. There is a bunk bed and dining area below decks, a turn-able captains wheel, and a pine cone crows nest.
Now the pirates and the fairy pirates battle it out in our driveway- where the ship is washed away in cement storms and margarita daisy bush whirlpools. Its a bit like Waldorf vs. the mainstream, since the one team seems to be small handmade gnome felt dolls, with wool faces. And the other team is made up of small plastic pirate figurines. Actually- I think its wonderful that my boys navigate the stormy educational seas with both, their imaginations easily mapping the middle ground.
the smallest pirate.
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