Pirates

Overheard in the car after pick-up this afternoon:

Hooman: "This is a cool book on weapons."*
The Babe: "Yeah. HEY! That looks like one of the guns from the Pirates of the Cari-BEAN."

(Slight pause for the comment to sink in.)

TB: "Beans. beans. Mom?"
Me: "Yes?" (Totally expecting this to break into song any minute now.)
TB: "Do you know why they call them Pirates of the Cari-BEAN?"
Me: "Why?" (Yes, I know I'm completely exposing myself to the following comment, but I'm so curious if The Babe has learned the song yet that I'm willing to let this take its path to destruction.)
TB: "Because they like beans."
Me: "Oh. OK." (WOW. Hasn't heard the song yet. Amazing.)
TB: "And they have a LOT of toots." Smallish giggle. "Did you know beans make you toot?"
Me: "UH HUH."

Apparently, the insertion of the word "beans" into our conversation was about to cause Hooman to explode if the song didn't get sung because this followed:

H: "Beans. Beans. The magical fruit....." He finished the whole thing, except he totally botched the ending and it didn't even come close to a rhyme.**

What happened next was the most unexpected turn of events of the entire ride: Nobody started laughing. And someone changed the subject.

Oh.My.Gravy.

There may be hope for the Nowell boys to enter polite society after all.


*Apparently, the school library didn't notice that an eight-year-old boy was checking out a book as thick as the White Pages on medieval weapons.

**Takes after his Daddy's wicked bad lyric skills.