LIAM enters the kitchen, clutching the little Fisher-Price parrot from the pirate ship he received as a Christmas gift from his GRANDPARENTS. MAMA is assembling his lunch to take to daycare.
MAMA: Hey, Liam, you’ve got your parrot. What does a parrot say?
LIAM: Arrrr!
Parrot, pirate; you say orphan, I say often….
What *does* a parrot say?
“Squawk!”
“Shiver me timbers!”
“Pieces of eight!”
“Arr, ye lubbers!”
“Polly want a cracker!”
So many possibilities. No wonder Liam chose to go the easier route. ;)
I actually got him to feed part of his cracker to it yesterday, thereby fulfilling the stereotype.
I like “pieces of eight” myself. Might be a bit beyond him at the moment, though. Honestly, I expected him to say “awk, awk” like he says for crows.
That’s so adorable!
This age is so awesome. You’ll love it.