What IS it with this kid and pirates??

Gillian and I were stopped at a busy intersection on our way home from a long day at Mammy's (my mom). Suddenly, a man exited the red construction company-owned (the name of the biz was plastered on the rear view mirror) truck in front of us and slowly made his way to the 7-11 at the corner. He was a short, scrawny guy, dirty from a full day at a dusty site I am sure. His clothes were old and ripped and his smallish head was ensconced in a blue bandana.

"LOOOK MOMMA! LOOOK!" Gillian yelled and pointed her finger out the open car window. She was pointing at the construction worker. I figured she would ask why he got out of his truck to go to 7-11. Or maybe she was gonna ask him to buy her a slurpee. Who KNOWS what my child is ever gonna say. Before I could remind her that it was rude to point at people she giggled and YELLED: IT'S A PIRATE!! A PIRATE!! MOMMMMAAAAA!!!! THAT GUY IS A PIRATE!!!!

I just burst out laughing. I threw my head back and laughed and laughed. I should have scolded her, but well, the dude DID look like a pirate! He just needed an eyepatch and an earring.

Then Gillian said LOUDLY and EXCITEDLY, "And that PIRATE doesn't have a SHIP he has a PIRATE TRUCK!!" And she pointed to the truck. She was right. The name on the back window said "Pirate Construction and Excavating" with a pirate for a logo. So thaaaaat's why she thought the construction worker was a pirate. Probably some good ol' Barboursville Pirate boys runnin' that business. But you don't really think of Pirates as BUILDING antyhing. Don't they usually pillage and burn?
The guy looked over his shoulder at us and gave Gilly a half-hearted smile and a little wave. She smiled and waved back.

"Awwwww" she said"He's a NICE pirate. You think he's gonna get a slurpee?"

"DO NOT ask that man to buy you a slurpee!" I said laughing, hitting the gas as the light finally and mercifully turned green.

"I wasn't gonna!! But I bet he would. What a nice little PI-rate."