This hat! Oh, this hat! Baxter wore it all through dinner last night, proud as could be, which only made it funnier. I love when you can tell that a child cut out his hat by himself. I couldn't help but wonder, "What happened to the rest of the brim??" This hat lent everything he did an air of comedic genius, resulting in gales of muffled laughter and, finally, me running (not very subtly, I might add) from the table so as not to fall on the floor laughing, and likely wetting myself, in front of my lovely, earnest child.
This was topped only by him pounding upstairs and into our room today at 5:50 AM, heart racing. He was, reportedly, awoken by two leprechauns (not just one, mind you), calling his name to wake him up. If only they hadn't woken Lyle, too.