Saturday morning, Man Cub and the Poopy Pirate pulled all the blankets off the top bunk in their bedroom (which are there in lieu of a matress) and made a huge pile on the floor. Man Cub showed his brother how to jump off the coffee table into the pile yet. Not being two yet was no deterrent for the Poopy Pirate. He followed his brother right off the edge every time.
After about 10 minutes, Man Cub grew tired of the first game and organized the blankets into an "airplane." He, of course, was the pilot, but he commanded (he is really bossy) his brother to climb in behind him. Because he does everything the big brother tells him to do, the Poopy Pirate sat right behind him. Man Cub turns around and says, "Now, fasten your seat belt." Then, he pointed his finger right in his little brother's face and said, "And no smoking!"
I nearly fell off the couch laughing! Man Cub has had a lot of flight experience in his young life, but it has been a long time since he's gone anywhere. I couldn't think of any movies or books about airplanes that he has had exposure to recently. Nor have we talked about the Word of Wisdom really.
Fifteen seconds later, the Poopy Pirate bails out of the airplane to the screams of Man Cub who thought he would die. I turned to Plantboy and said, "Well, I guess he wasn't crazy about the non-smoking policy."
Don't even get me started on the extra verses we made to Follow the Prophet last night.