My adopted pirate.

My adopted Marine has gone home, so a couple of weeks ago, I adopted a 21-year-old sailor (he's not too bad to look at, either, but that's a whole 'nother post). Anyway, I've told "my" kids about Albert and suggested that maybe they'd like to make him a card or write him a letter someday. I briefly told them who he was--that he lived on a ship and was protecting us and helping people who lived far away.

Well, today the 6 year old was running through her list of things to do, and then she added, "Oh yeah, and I still need to make something for your pirate." I'm like, my PIRATE? And she says, "Yeah, your friend who lives on a ship. The pirate."

HOLY CRAP, I almost drove off the road from laughing so hard.