I usually avoid posting pictures of my son out of fear he may someday find them and post embarrassing pictures of me to his Xanga or Facebook or DeviantArt page or whatever social network he is using nowadays. One of the last pictures I posted of him was of him getting his face painted while wearing a jester hat.
For the longest time he has been wanting to get dark blue highlights in his hair. His mother has been steadfast in disallowing this. Lately, he started lobbying for a fedora. We have no idea where this fascination started, but he went so far as to find out where to buy one. It seems a shop at HarbourPlace, Baltimore’s touristy destination at the Inner Harbor, sells all sorts of hats including fedoras, berets, top hats, and those ballcaps with straws that hold two beers. A hat is a far more reversible fashion statement than colored hair.
About a week ago the weather was gorgeous and I decided we hadn’t been tourists in our own town in ages. We went down to the Inner Harbor and paid too much for parking, ate faux Irish food, watched a bad juggler, and wandered around through the crowds.
My son got his fedora and he has been wearing it wherever he can ever since. I do have to admit he makes it work. He actually stood still long enough for me to take this picture with the USS Constellation and the Hard Rock Cafe guitar in the background. Maybe the next picture will be if and when he finally gets those highlights in his hair.
BlatantCommentWhoring™: Where do you draw the line with your kid’s fashion statements.