Shiver me timbers

This morning when Brody and I were picking up Micah from school, there were some parents there that we hadn't seen before. In particular, a man, I am assuming a dad, waiting for his child. He looked to be in his mid twenties. He had a long brown beard, dirty hair and clothes, a holey ski cap upon his head. He had kind eyes. He smiled, and said hi. SO, when Brody couldn't take his eyes off of him, I was naturally surprised. I mean, he glared at this poor man for about five minutes. I was thinking to myself, maybe he sees something I don't, or maybe somehow, he has already come up with a stereotype in his two year old little head for what people are supposed to look like. It really bothered me. But, as we were walking out, I got my answer. Brody said to me, in the loudest voice I have ever heard come out of him, "Mommy, why is that pirate here? He make me walk the plank?"