Recent pirate sightings in this vicinity:
Couple weeks ago at breakfast, our youngest stood up on his chair, shouted "Punkin' Boy, Pirate! Argh!" as he jabbed his fist into the air, clearly brandishing a sword, then LEAPT across the table to make a grab for his older brother's Pop Tart. Buccaneer Boy, being an older and wilier pirate, easily foiled the attack and saved his breakfast, to the cheering of first mate #1 Son.
Unfortunately, Buccaneer Boy's pirate ship/bed ("Revenge" of course) was damaged by recent high winds and heavy seas (aka "jumping on it") and has had to be put into drydock. The bold captain, after a period of mourning, has employed his time and crew with digging up buried treasure and threatening the medical staff caring for the Pirate Mama (aka "M"). And plundering Easter candy. And cursing the cuteness that makes people not take him as seriously as he thinks they should.
Despite his lack of a seaworthy vessel, Buccaneer Boy has been trying to turn our entire house into an ocean by covering all available surfaces (and anything on them) with water. Consequently, Pirate Mama is lacking a functional timepiece and is more than moderately annoyed with her pirate son. Darn good thing he's so cute.
Pirate Baby has also been spotted wearing red sunglasses, pirate hat, and shoes five sizes too big for him and slouching around saying "Hey, dudes!" to everyone. It may be the cutest thing you'll never see.