Imagine my surprise when I walked into the kitchen this morning to find my mother all dressed and sporting a baseball cap. This isn't your normal baseball cap -- it is made of plush rose-colored corduroy and is somewhat "fluffy" so I will call it a hat and not a cap. But it does have a baseball cap styled brim.
When I asked what the occasion was that called for a fancy hat, she looked like I had grown a second head. So...I switched to the straight-forward approach:
Me: Why are you wearing that hat?
Mom: What hat?
Me: The one on your head.
Mom: I'M NOT WEARING A HAT!
(I give her a quizzical look. I cannot imagine how she is unaware of the hat -- the brim is half over her eyes. She puts her hands to her head and discovers the hat. Now, she has a quizzical look.)
Mom: Who put that there?
Me: I think you must have. Did you find it in your closet?
Mom: No. (Then she mumbles something which I will take for "I don't know anything about it." although it sounded more rude than that.)
(The hat has been in her closet for several years. I suppose she has been "rearranging" things again and it surfaced. She puts the hat back on, eats her breakfast and goes off for her morning nap. I wonder if she slept in the hat.)
Now, if only her fashion sense would lend itself to clean clothes.
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