Little Dude of Many Hats

Hola. I recently had a change of heart regarding the wearing of headgear. Whereas before, I would steadfastly refuse to keep a hat on my wee nugget, I have now decided they can be quite becoming. I now say, "Ha(t)," whenever I see one and will pick one to wear on walks or simply to hang out in. For my regulars out there, please forgive the lack of poetic prose in this addition. Rest assured I feel an inspirational wave approaching in the near future, so don't y'all fret now.

Here's my sweet winter helmet handpicked by Grandpa McG. Keeps my dome oh so toasty.

My Arizona hat is my new favorite. If I'm gonna play farmer Rowdy I've gotta have a lid on, right?

I absconded with Mom's hat and boogied around the house in it for while but I think it's a little too metrosexual for me to add to my collection.

In like a lion or a lamb, I don't care, March is here and I'm ready for springtime!

Thanks for stopping by. Hasta. E