Aye Matey!

A sweet friend and fellow blogger posted about her son's fascination with pirates lately. It reminded me of a story about Nathan.

Nathan and I were standing in a long line up at Timmy's. Nathan was looking around, fidgeting like a little boy full of energy. Half way through our wait, Nathan pipes up, "Look Mommy, a Pirate!"

I was distracted (day dreaming) so I started to brush off the comment until Nathan started to insist there was a pirate. I looked up and a very large man had just past us. He was one of the biggest freaking bikers I have ever seen! Large man, wearing a HUGE leather jacket, big honking boots and a skull and crossbones do-rag/head hankie.

I was flustered because what do you say? I wanted to correct Nathan but what is politically correct. 'Sorry honey, that's not a pirate...He's a biker.' I did try to get Nathan to reduce the volume of his voice but it was already too late. Half the occupants of Timmy's were grinning and trying not to snicker.

It took a few extra seconds but the biker finally turned around (looking very intimidating because he was scowling), broke into a grin for Nathan and said, "Arrrr Matey!" Then he turned back around and walked out of Timmy's.

As he left, the whole place cracked up. We could finally release the tension with laughter. I was a little rubber legged for a bit afterwards. Nathan was thrilled to have met a real pirate. LOL