"Dad", said my six-year-old son, "How do you spell 'Heil'?"
I was in the next room, so he didn't see my double take. His only exposure to Nazis, as far as I know, has been 'The Sound of Music', but we haven't watched that movie for a very long time. Wondering where this was going, I dutifully spelled out "H-E-I-L" and waited for the next shoe to drop.
"Ok, Dad, I know how to spell 'Silver'" said Elias, "but how about Ahoy?"
Aha, I thought, this is about pirates, which are a current obsession in our house.
"Elias, pirates don't say 'Heil'," I said indulgently. "They say 'Avast", or 'Arr!'"
"Dad!", said my son, with that 'don't-you-know anything' tone that is the specialty of the child of clueless parents, "I'm not talking about pirates. I'm drawing a picture of the Lone Ranger, and he says: 'Heil Silver, Ahoy!'"
At least in our house.
Haha! Heil indeed.
My children were both born in South Korea. When my eldest first memorized the Pledge of Allegiance, he learned the ending as "One Asian under God."
Posted by: Terry Cowgill | November 24, 2009 at 01:20 PM
Ahoy, matey! We love the pictures of pirates that hang on our refrigerator from Emily and Elias. Please give them BIG hugs from their Berea cousins!
Posted by: Lisa | November 22, 2009 at 09:54 PM