Dylan,
Out for dinner to celebrate Yaya's birthday (over huge servings of tasty Afghan food) Aunt Lisa commented on the argyle pattern across the front of your sweater. Soon, at your request, Uncle Marc was up and showing you his argyle socks.
At the mention of the word "pirate" you responded with a hearty, swashbuckling "ARRRRG-YLE" to the amusement of the entire table. Recognizing amidst the adult reaction that you'd found a real winner, you decided to play that card again and again, instinctively emboldened to ratchet up the volume to full.
Back in his chair across the large table from you, while the rest of us were just starting to worry about the bucaneering fear you might strike in the hearts of other patrons, Marc had the quick sense to ask if you could "say that like a whispering pirate". Without missing a beat you leaned your face in over your plate and laid down a quietly jolly 'arrrrg-yle' to pleased faces all around.
Dad
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