Haberdasher’s Nightmare

First thing in the morning, Kathleen, still in bed, sounding concerned: “Dad!!!”

I come to the bed: “Yes honey.”

Kathleen: “I don’t like hats anymore.”

Me: “I’m sorry, what?”

Kathleen: “I don’t like hats.”

Me: “Did you have a bad dream?”

Kathleen: “No, I had a very good dream, but I wasn’t wearing a hat.”

It is hard to argue with that kind of logic.

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