Sported "The Hat" today. I looked pretty fly if I do say so myself. Panama Jack meets Neal Caffrey if you will. Went out in the hat today...attracted some serious attention. Just strolling down the street women were rolling down car windows to comment on how cute I was, and guys at the grocery store would say, "What a fine hat young man!" and "Love the hat son." Which as we both know is code for "You look stinkin' adorable and stylish and I just want to oooh and aaaah over you but I'm a dude so I don't want to appear sentimental or creepy." I think it's a shame men believe they must hide behind a mask of macho-ness and never show true emotion. Good thing I have a mommy who will teach me it's ok for men to cry, show feelings, and be vulnerable and sweet. (Ok, I think mommy isn't looking over my shoulder now....IGNORE the previous two sentences. Repeat, IGNORE the previous two sentences. Be a man! Rub some dirt in it, etc., etc.)
I think daddy was a little jealous of all the attention "the hat" was getting, so I tried to help him turn his hat into a fedora, but alas, my bite just wasn't strong enough to flatten out that darn bill. At least I know what to get daddy for Christmas...
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