Pirates Of The Confirmation

(I’m going to see the pastor of my church for an hour of instruction before my confirmation. Outside is a small class of about 10 preschoolers in the four-to-five age range. It is a cool day and I arrive on my Harley dressed in black leather, sunglasses, a bright purple bandanna on my head, and a red one around my neck. As I walk up to the front door to be let in, I hear this exchange, which completely made my day.)

Girl: *in hushed but audible voice to boy next to her* “Look! It’s a pirate!”