Today I took the boys to the grocery store. I dread this weekly trip, but it must be done. As I was walking up and down the aisle Caden would point at people and say things, but nothing rude. But then we got down by all the lunch meat and there was a woman who was obviously going through chemotherapy and was wearing a handkerchief on her head. Caden pointed at her and started singing the theme to Pirates of the Carribean, “Yo ho, yo ho!” I looked at her and realized what he was doing. Mortified, I couldn’t think of what to do, so I just acted like I was deaf and got my meat as fast as I could and left. Good times.