Aw yeah!

The Pirate is my sidekick. Where I go, he goes, roughly 97% of the time. This is partly out of obvious necessity and partly because until very recently, he would have it no other way. Yesterday I broke with our usual mode of public transportation and instead of throwing him over my shoulder like santa's sack of toys and tying him onto my back with 8 feet of brightly woven fabric, I decided it was time for The Pirate to take a ride in the shopping cart. His first time!

Oh my word was he a happy corsair. Just take a look at this smirk, you can almost see the future posture he'll adopt when he's sitting in his dad's car at 16 trying to swoop on the hunnies.