Getting Owen to wear hats for his own protection is a huge chore, they exist as accessories to his imagination.
On some of this year’s hotter days, he wore his plastic construction and fire hats until his hair was wet with sweat, but a cotton sun hat wouldn’t last ten minutes. (And yes, I thought about a cotton fire helmet with a brim, but he’d only want it if he were being a fire fighter at that moment.)
Now that fall is sneaking in, he’s rediscovered his fuzzy purple hat from last winter, and is running around naked except for that, which, as it happens, is a “motorcycle hat.”
I how we can convince him that he can ride his imaginary motorcycle when we visit the snow this year.