When Zoey was 10 months old I bought her this froofy fancy birthday hat to wear for her first birthday party. It did NOT go well, she wanted nothing to do with that hat. Really not a big surprise, Zoey is anything but froofy and fancy. So why did I buy the hat for her? Because I'm pretty sure it's written in the Law of Parenting that it's my maternal right to force my children into ridiculous attire while I giggle and take pictures. So last year for her 2nd birthday I thought, what the heck, I'll try to get the hat out again so I can finally get a picture of her in it. Nope. Not happening. Well this year I thought, 3rd time is a charm, right? Not so much. This has now become a hilarious running joke to me. I swear I'm going to keep getting this hat out at every single one of her birthdays until she lets me take a decent picture with her wearing it. I don't care if she's 27.
First Birthday: It didn't even touch her head for 20 seconds when she started screaming bloody murder and tried to launch the hat across the room into the cake.
Second Birthday: I couldn't even get it on her head this time. She sprinted around the house and outran the hat. And me.
Third Birthday: Funniest picture yet. I don't know what's more hilarious - her expression of utter mutiny at having the hat on her head, or the look on Granny's face.
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