Winter Haiku to Truman
Oh! The injustice
You cry so piteously
Leave the damn hat on.
Pictured is the rainbow-striped gnome hat I knit for Grif two years ago, which he never wore. “Too itchy / hot / loose / tight, mommy.”
It now fits his little brother, who rips it off (like all head gear) as soon as he is out of my reach. Griffin snatched it off the floor of the car and squeezed his skull into it, claiming he now loves it. He was last seen at preschool dropoff vowing to wear it all day, and never take it off. Looks like I’ll have to knit another one in his current size, and then one for his sister. In my spare time.