Once upon a time, I bought a hat that I never wore.
It was a big, floppy sun hat. The cheap kind that you can fold up and toss into a suitcase. I bought it to take to Cancun with me, but decided I looked like a dork and ended up getting the top of my head burnt to a crisp instead. (Seriously, I didn't even think about my scalp sunburning where my hair parted, but OUCH.)
Anyway, I hadn't thought much about that hat until last night when I started looking through old pictures. That's when I noticed something.
I may not have ever used the hat, but my kids sure did. Apparently it was the perfect accessory for lounging around the house, eating dinner, tooth-brushing, squirrel-watching, nose-picking, pretending your dad is a horse, and a whole host of other activities. (Most of which I couldn't post on the Internet because - while my boys may be nicely accessorized - they're usually missing the most important component of an outfit: namely, the outfit itself.)
I'm convinced that if you give a kid a hat, and maybe a cape and a big pair of boots ... you're giving him the world.
And even though I never wore it myself, I'm pretty sure got my $7.99 worth.