As I come out of my building, a little girl of 3 is screaming her head off while a patient woman tries putting on her hat.
She will have none of it, despite the polar temperatures.
I stop, wearing my coonskin cap that makes me look like Ben Franklin in drag and say, “Look, I’m wearin’ a hat.”
She stops in mid wail to think this over, just to scream again, repeating herself three times, like a car stuck in neutral.
I smile, she frowns, kicks her kind dresser in the shin, I hope gets a new job, while yours truly admits defeat.
Last I saw, the hat was being retrieved from the puddle it landed in after falling off her little, spoiled head.
An ad folks, to perhaps raise bear cubs rather than children. 
Bet they’d wear hats. 🙂
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Bet they’d wear hats. 🙂
For once you didn’t win!!!! I wish you had. Everyone would have been happier.
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I was in a hurry, or you’re right, I would have tried again, but she was a hard little nut to crack.
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Some children seem to be born obstinate. I had a niece like that (on Pookie’s side, ha ha). Her automatic answer to anything was “No”. If you offered her a treat that she loved, she’d say “No”, then she’d scream when you put the treat away. She’s an obstinate adult now.
Thank heaven my four children were all perfect. Oops, my nose just grew.
Hopefully that hatless little girl doesn’t live in your building.
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As a comic I once knew said…don’t ya wish everything grew when you lied? Harumph! 🙂
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You could not pay me all the money in the world to return to that age. I’m assuming that it is her nanny (au pair or whatever title she is given) trying to dress her. Methinks she should haul her spoiled little ass back to her apartment and lose whatever privilege she thought she was going out for. Ugh.
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You could actually see who she’ll be as a teen, and not her fault. They’re raised to be little princesses. It’s truly up to the parents to tenderize their offspring…methinks. 🙂
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I can see it, too. Another detestable teen coming up…
And yes. It’s up to her parents.
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You’re a first class Mom, so you’d know. 🙂
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I do the best I can. Doesn’t mean there haven’t been moments…
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I’m sure, but…rare.
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Oh… I dunno… 😏
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I wouldn’t have worn the hat either! 😉
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Oh Midget, that’s not true since, we all know how much you like hats. 🙂
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Ok. Fine. But don’t try to put shoes and socks on me.
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Well, okay then.
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I think you are right about the bears. Not sure I would like a kick to the shin if I had to dress this little one. I would hope for a new job too.
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Or knee pads at least. Loved your Washington Monument post. 🙂
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Thank you. I’m glad. 😊
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I realize I prattle a bit too much, but your prose inspires that in me since it’s historical. My files pop like one’s ears when they hear a familiar melody. 🙂
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I can get that for sure. I prattle as well on the other days of the week. 😊
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🙂
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I’m not entirely sure where kids get their convictions but they stick with them. I feel for the adult there. Whoever she is, she probably doesn’t get paid enough, especially if she was the mother. 🙂
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She looked like either her Grandmother or an older Nanny. Usually they’re younger but, in any event, she had the patience of Mary, I’ll tell you that. The kid’s cuteness was nowhere to be seen. Some kids when they cry inspire warmth, like you just want to pick them up like big dolls, but not this kid. I wanted to put her in a headlock, in theory of course. My mother did that to me, even though I was happy to wear a hat, or even a soup pot if that were the case. 🙂
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I was a hat rebel leaving the house and putting my hat in a neighbors bush until it was time to go home.
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That sounds like you. 🙂
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