Parenting a pirate

A swashbuckling buccaneer brandished a cutlass at Super 1 foods yesterday afternoon.

He was about 4 and the sword was made of plastic.

His cart-pushing mother called for him to keep up. But the small pirate seemed lost in a fantasy that had nothing to do with mothers or the bread aisle.

When the young marauder finally did run up to where his mom was, he gently poked her in the butt with his sword.

She didn’t even look back.