Random Notes on Headgear

The Boss thinks anything that goes on her head--including her hair--is a hat. She has been known to sit in her carseat and pat herself on the head repeatedly, all the while chanting "hat," "hat."

Yesterday at the store, she put a basket on her head and, with glee, shouted "hat!" Then she did it again, and again.


FLASHBACK
The Boss's First Hat

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  1. WhirlwindNovember 5, 2006 at 5:46 PM

    I remember those days. The best hats (I remember) were a plastic coulendar which just ended up as theirs, a bucket, bags (which were quickly taken away), underware (a favorite for some reason), pants (daddy would put them there for safe keeping while changing diapers) and a platics beach basket. Moe really likes to make "hats".

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  2. Jerri AnnNovember 5, 2006 at 6:29 PM

    How adorable! My boys say hat hat hat all the time too. I can't keep one on his head for him showing it off!

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  3. toyfotoNovember 5, 2006 at 7:50 PM

    Sounds like "Jenny's Hat" by Ezra Jack Keats is for her.

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  4. AnonymousNovember 6, 2006 at 12:02 PM

    The Boss is a good egg. Most babies refuse all hats! :)

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