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.