So yesterday as I set food in front of her, she told me that she eats to be strong.
"I'm strong," she said, "because I'm going to be a perret when I grow up!"
"No, a perret!" she said angrily.
"No, a perret!" She was quite upset.
"Oh, a pirate!"
"Yes, I'm going to be a pirate that do anything." She threw her hands up in the air in celebration. "Anything I want to."
Oh, anything she wants to, huh? I think she's a little confused. It's supposed to be The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything, not the pirates that do anything they want to. She has a rude awakening waiting for her.