With Mel and Reagan off to Plymouth Rock with the Brownies, that left Ian and I to our own devices for 24 hours. Yee Haw! Mayhem and ruckous ensued...
Not. first up, swim class (for Ian, not me). He is doing well, but so Lazy. He takes total advantage of a new teacher and lets her pull him around the pool...
Then, off to Mystic Seaport. I may have suggested the ships were pirate ships, we might have spent some time looking for treasure and he walked away with a spyglass and treasure map from the gift shop... He wore his pirate hat with such confidence. It is a total shame we lose that confidence (or disregard) as we age.
We climbed all over the aging whalers. What fun! We learned a bit about the sea, held harpoons, watched some demonstrations, had some chowder... Good time all around. It was neat to see him enjoy a place I started visiting when I was about his age...climbing on the same giant anchors I did. It is awesome to add these good memories to the precious ones of my childhood.
We watched the first Pirates of that Carribean later in the afternoon then had a pirate feast: lobster (and a lovely cajun halibut...). We both fell asleep quickly.
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