Entry FeedMy husband and the boys are playing "road" hockey in the driveway. They got dressed, including hats and gloves, and went out about an hour ago.
Twenty minutes later, Husband comes in and is looking for something in the hallway.
"What are you looking for?" I asked, trying to be helpful.
"A hat." I pointed out the white one on the floor, but he didn't want to wear the white one.
"Buy yourself some hats then." I have three children to take care of, and he is an adult.
"I have. They keep disappearing." He grabbed the white one and left.
Twenty minutes later the door opens again. Husband comes in, hat-less, and starts looking around in the hallway again.
"What are you looking for?" I ask.
"A hat."
"What happened to the hat your were just wearing?" I ask, curiously.
"I don't know." I don't know? What does that mean? Did it vanish from the top of his head when he wasn't paying attention?
He grabbed an old touque that my boys wore when they were three. Husband has a good-sized head, filled with lots of brains. The hat is a little small.
I just checked out the front window. So far, so good. He is still wearing the hat.
Mabel labels for husband's hats too?
Does he have trouble with socks too?