I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Shhh! Nobody say anything. Lady Human has something perched on her head. Maybe it will fly away.
Me: How do you like my hat?
Tiger: I have an opinion.
Stella: Okay, I warned you.
Tiger: Your hat sticks way out over your face. It is weird.
Me: My hat is weird? Or my face is weird?
Stella: Danger! Danger! Danger!
Miss Sweetie: Oh, Lady Human, don’t worry. I love your weird face.
Wiggles: Yes, and the part of the hat that sticks out so far shadows your face and makes it look not so weird.
Me: Okay, this is a baseball cap. The long brim shields my eyes from the sun.
Doodlebug: But I like the sun. It sunbathes me.
Me: You are not wearing a hat.
Doodlebug: If you like, I can knock it off your head and chew it up. Then it will not bother you anymore.
Me: It is not bothering me.
Stella: Why did you put it on? You don’t always wear a weird thing on your head.
Me: Truth be told, I didn’t like the way my hair looked today, so I covered it up.
Stella: Oh, Lady Human, you shouldn’t have worried. Your hair looks bad every day. No hat needed.
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