Last week the kids and I went to my mom and dad's property, AKA: 'the cabin'. We had a blast having a picnic and running around while Poppie mowed (with Matthew's help on the tractor) and while Me-mee painted.
Matthew's hat blew off of the tractor at one point (it was a windy day upon that hill!) and went right under the mower.
He was pretty upset. Poppie offered to get him a new hat- But Matthew would have none of it "But. I like this hat" he replied, choking back the tears.
Luckily the biggest damage was the bill of the hat being torn 1/2 way off- and I was able to sew it back on by hand the next morning.
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