The Tale of Two Hatties

When my son was born, my grandmother (meemaw) came down from Kansas City to visit and welcome her new and only great-grandchild in the world. Bless her heart, she must have believed the child was doomed to nekkidness because she brought 11 outfits for him. These weren't practical baby outfits, these were the kind with matching hats and booties and all the fancy this-n-that.
Fast forward 4 years. At that time, I was blessed to be able to work from home and spend the days with my little boy. On one such day, I was at my computer working when I heard a strange noise. It was whining, although I was unable to figure that out at first. It was sort of a scared (but not too scared), freaked out (but not sure how freaked to be) and kind of half crying sound. It was getting louder by the second.
My son, who was then 4-years-old had found a little sailor's hat that belonged to one of those original outfits that grandma had bought for him and, yes, he had stuck it on his head. A hat made for a 3-month-old does not fit too well on a 4-year-old head. The noise I was hearing was him whining while walking through the house and pulling on the hat so hard that his little face kept lifting up.
I tried REALLY hard not to laugh. For about 3 seconds I tried the "awwwwwww, it'll be okay buddy," approach. At the 4th second, I was howling uncontrollably which caused him to start laughing too. The more he pulled, the harder we both laughed and he remembers the incident to this day.
So, imagine my surprise when, last week, I heard, "MOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" In that same kind of tone I heard over the hat incident. I had just bought the rabbit a new little soft hut for her pen. Pea-Pie was opening it for me and...stuck it on his head. AND...GOT IT STUCK! I had to cut a slit in it with the scissors to get it off. I'm wondering now if I can expect this about every 10 years from him. Come to think of it, at that rate, next time he does it his wife can just deal with it!