Shiver me timbers!

Ahoy there, mateys! This evening at dinner we had an early Father's Day celebration for daddy, and we told him he could celebrate however he wanted. What did he want? PIRATE DINNER.

The rules of pirate dinner are simple: no manners, no utensils, no table and chairs (except for adults) no worrying about rules or cleanliness. 

Oh, and pirate costumes, of course. Here's Captain Daddy:

First mate Mami with Skipper Lela:

You may find this hard to believe, but Resli decided she did not want to be a pirate. She preferred to be a princess.

She knew that this meant that not only was she required to use her manners and her polite words, but also that she would be tied up as the pirates' prisoner and made to walk the plank, but still she insisted on the tiara, the napkin and the "please" and "thank you".
Nonetheless, we were all able to enjoy a lovely dinner of finger foods or, in the captain's case, hook foods, out on the porch, with a newspaper tablecloth.

To prevent scurvy, we had some watermelon for dessert, too, which is a treat for princesses and pirates alike.

  

Yo ho, yo ho, it's a pirate's life for us!