“Will you be embarrassed to be seen with me if I wear this hat to pick you up at school?”
“Are you sure? It has ear flaps.”
“I think you look cute!”
It was settled. My daughter thought the ugly hat I grabbed at LL Bean was cute on me. Therefore, we got in line and purchased it.
Fast-forward to this morning, aka: the first day I actually wore said-hat.
Giggles ensued once it was on my hat, even though it was not clipped on the bottom.
“What’s so funny?” I asked Isabelle.
“Is it my hat?”
Even more giggles.
“That’s great. YOU told me I looked cute in this hat!”
“You look silly.”
Yeah, I know I look silly. But it is cold outside. Cold as in 19°F, but feels like 8°F. My 28 year-old self would die if she saw me walking around with this hat. I never would’ve been caught dead walking around Manhattan in something this ugly! But my 38 year-old self doesn’t care. My ears are warm. If my ears are warm, then I’m happy — no matter how silly I look.