I’ve always thought that the sizes of hats tell a confusing and misleading story.   I believe they should come in sizes “pea,” “normal” and “pumpkin.”  A friend of mine gave me this hat a looooong time ago for baby Lucy.   The pumpkin gene is strong in this family and is apparently brought in through the Y chromosome.  I’m normal, but up until Zélie, I lived a life with pumpkin heads.  This cute little cheetah hat didn’t fit Lucy nor did it fit Clémentine.  I kept it though; it was too darn cute to pass along.  At last it gets the wearing it deserves.   In this photo, Z is giving me that look.  Once she reverse engineers the fundamentals of Velcro, this hat is merely fodder for her experiments with gravity.