As I'm limping back from leg day at the gym, I pass the school beside my house

As I’m limping back from leg day at the gym, I pass the school beside my house. A kid looks through the fence and says, “Hi, mister!”

I see this same kid almost every time I pass by, and he is always friendly and wants to talk. Today he asks, “Why don’t you cut your beard shorter?”

“Because I’m a pirate, and this is my pirate beard.” I reply.

He gets all excited and says to his friends, “Hey, come quick, this guy is a real pirate!”