Jackie Sparrow

Today is one of those days that so easily go pear-shaped.

All of the neighborhood dogs were howling at the full moon last night, and both Eva and I are tired.

It is still very hot, and despite some clouds hanging around, it still has not rained. Tempers are high all over town.

To top it, Eva has a LOT of homework.

I forget all mum rules and ask 'What do you want to do first?', instead of cheerily announcing that it is best to start with math.

Of course she catches me out and counters that she doesn't want to do any of it, what she wants to do is find something to wear for Halloween. I surprise us both by agreeing to that.

The mood instantly brightens, she gets together my yoga pants, my shirt and some fabric scraps, and transforms herself into Jackie Sparrow.

And all of a sudden she doesn't look like a 10-year old. She looks like Jack Sparrow's sister.

She looks like a pirate.

I take some pictures of her, then she washes the beard off, becomes my daughter once again, and is now doing her homework.

With her permission, I give you captain Jackie Sparrow:

Lots of love,