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"There's a pirate here!" calls out one of the cofffee house regulars.

The pirate is clearly young (and quite short), but he looks formidable, with that patch on his eye and that dagger on his hip.

I look closer, though, and I see that his dagger is plastic.  Whew.  That was a close call.  Everybody can come out from under the tables.

Kids dressing up on any old day and going out in public in their get-ups never fails to crack me up.  Tutu-ed ballerinas wearing cowboy boots, pirate-cowboy combinations, super hero capes, fairies in tiaras, I love it all.

Usually.

The other day my girls decided to go to the grocery store in paper Pilgrim hats they made in school.  I don't know why it bugged me (out of season? random?  funny-looking?), but I knew better than to say no to them.  I knew that the problem was not with their judgment, but with mine.

So off we went.

The paper hats kept slipping down, covering their eyes, but they would not relinquish them, and they wore them faithfully all through the shopping trip.  They were so pleased with themselves.

When we got home, Dinah said something about a pirate when she was taking her hat off.  My ears perked up, and I asked her why she was talking about pirates.

She explained to me that the hat (which I thought was a Pilgrim hat, well, because it is) was actually her fancy pirate hat.  The girls have been very interested in Peter Pan and Captain Hook lately.

Ooooooh, I thought.  I'm going to have to stop being so literal.