Rating: G (idek?!)
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After much protest, he puts the hat on. I turn and smile. This small show of force on his part is hand-in-hand with his age, I know, but it still makes me laugh.
For weeks, we've had the same argument before school.
"Put your hat on," I say.
He stands there, giving me the biggest puppy dog eyes I've ever seen.
I try negotiating - a skill I've mastered since becoming a mother. "We'll go to the store and you can pick a new one, okay?"
His answering smile is an exact copy of this father's, and my heart aches.