Greeley crawled into our bed in the middle of the night. This morning I asked her why.
Me: Did you have a nightmare or something?
G: Yeah, I had a nightmare.
M: Oh? What was your nightmare about?
M: Pirates? Wow. Were they vegetables like your veggie-tales movie?
G: (With annoyed look) No, they weren't vegetables. It was one. One pirate. It was a person.
M: Oh. Was the pirate being nice?
G: No. He was being mean.
M: What was he doing?
G: He kept turning off the TV while we were trying to watch it.
Oh! The horrors of pirates!