Pirate K

So I'm getting my daughter into bed and I get up for a late night snack. I'm warming up a tortilla and watching Sports Center. One taco turns into two and into ...well, you get the point. The next thing I know, I've been watching Sports Center for the last fifteen minutes or so. I turn off the TV and I'm walking down the hall towards my bedroom and the door opens. Katie peeks out the door and says in her best pirate accent, "Pirate D, (we've been reading Pirates of the Caribbean. I'm Pirate D and she's Pirate K...) I'm glad you're coming to bed." I ask why and she drops the accent and says in the sweetest voice you can imagine, "Dad, it's cold in here and your warm. I'm uncomfortable when you're not next to me." Wow! So I kneel down and give her a tight squeeze and then in my best pirate accent I tell her, "Arrrrgh, you better climb in bed before I make you walk the plank!"

She's stolen my heart....

Her name is Pirate K