Being a mom to three little boys is a bit like what I imagine it would be like to hang out with a rowdy band of pirates.
They’re usually dirty and quite loud.
Bad table manners aren’t surprising.
Looting is commonplace(especially of their brothers’ belongings).
Someone is always digging for treasure(even if it’s the nose or pants kind).
Scars and battle wounds are expected.
Someone usually wants to make someone else walk the plank(or be kicked out of the playroom).
There’s always a chance of mutiny(against Captain Mom).
Let’s just hope no one loses an eye and needs that pirate eye patch.
Argh. Being a Pirate Mama is hard work.