We're still on the pirates.
"Any pirates going get me, mum-mum?" she asks in the darkened hallway of our New Orleans hotel – and – "No pirates get Uncle J on him bed," she tells me as I change the guest linens.
Turns out, while I've been busy assuring Berry that they don't exist anymore, pirates are very much alive. If we lived in South America or West Africa or Asia, she'd be right to worry.
Her fear of the water, though? Kirk was right – it took care of itself. I mean it really....
really....
really....
really took care of itself.
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