Owen may have super powers, but I’ve got a magic hat. Seriously, Frosty the Snowman‘s hat has nothing on my bewitching head gear. Not only does my magic hat solve problems a year-and-a-half old, but it repels even the cutest of five-year-old boys and answers questions previously thought unanswerable.
You may remember the earth-shattering question I posed not too long ago: Is Owen the next Gandhi, or am I just embarrassing? Well, I decided to try a little experiment this morning. Just before it was time to drive Owen to school, the “boy hat” (henceforth known as the “magic hat”) found its way to my head. I said nothing, Owen said nothing.
As we pulled up to the school, I asked Owen if he was going to walk in by himself today. His answer: “Yes, ’cause (he points at my head) of the hat. I will walk in myself every time you wear that hat.”
That can be arranged….
Who knew all I had to do was wear a baseball hat in order to benefit from the convenient valet service at Owen’s preschool? If someone had told me this a year-and-a-half ago, I would have gladly complied.
So now we know: Owen may not be the next Gandhi, but I am most definitely embarrassing. But I have a magic hat now, so who cares?
Tags: age 5, doe rey me, drop off, mommy, preschool