When I dropped Junior off at his “before school” care program, a little kid, maybe in the first grade, ran up to him.
“How come you aren’t wearing a hat like mine?” The hat in question was a green plastic leprechaun hat covered with green glitter. It was truly a thing of beauty, probably the nicest green plastic leprechaun hat you can buy at a party store. My son just stared at the boy.
“Where is your hat? And where is your shirt like mine?” Junior was wearing a green shirt, but it did not say “Kiss me I’m Irish” with a fuzzy shamrock in the middle.
“Ya, where is your hat?” I asked my son in an accusatory tone, in support of the short child in front of us.
Junior just looked at me.
“You should be wearing a hat.” The small boy smiled at me.
“I don’t have a hat like that,” Junior explained to him.
“You should totally get one.” I told him as the small boy and I nodded conspiratorially. “It’s a really awesome hat.”