You are a prirate (sic)

Park Wednesday started off in the park but when heavier rain started driving into the parents under the tree, we were invited to decamp to Max's house. There we marvelled at the 3-storey construction of Box #8. It takes up a third of the room! Erin wrote the names of us prirates (sic) on the side but for some reason missed me out! I added my name later. Johnny made his mum and everyone else laugh but himself cry in frustration. When he couldn't find his drink, his mum said Is it in the box? What box? said Johnny.