The Hat

17 July 2026 – Small, thoughtful child levels her eyes at me.

“I like your hat.”

“Thank you!”

“I like the bird.”

“Me too! He’s a chickadee.”

“And I like the smiley face.”

What smiley face?”

She sighs, presented with yet another example of the inability of adults to see what is right in front of their eyes.

I suddenly feel like St-Exupéry’s aviator, being schooled once again by the Little Prince.

“Take off your hat.” (I obey.) “Look.” (I look.)

Still at one with the St-Ex aviator, I implore you: go look at your hat.

You may not have a chickadee. But you just might have a smiley face.

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  1. araneus1's avatar

    Excellent!

    Sitting at the doctors waiting for a flu shot. Old bloke (as old as me) sits next to me. “I love your hair”, he says. (I let my hair grow for the winter then didn’t get it cut for the summer and now it’s winter again and my hair is down past my shoulders) “Thanks, but I can’t take credit for it, it’s genetic,” I say, but he doesn’t want to let it go. He is mourning his long lost hair, and I get it. I’m lucky, despite the myriad of things that do not work or hurt like hell, I sit have hair, but only just. It has started to recede, so I thought I’d give it a last hurrah.

    We talk for while and he tells me about his best mate who has dementia. I tell him that most of my mates are dead and the ones who aren’t give me crap because I have hair. We both laugh. He gets called in for his flu shot, but asks me why he is going first even though I was there first. “They always choose the handsome ones first” I say.

    As he comes out, we bump fists. Two blokes who just met.

    I’ll probably never see him again, but for those few moments, we were two old blokes sharing our lives.

    Not as much fun as interacting with kids, but you take what you can get.

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  2. Lynette d'Arty-Cross's avatar

    That’s such a lovely story, Penny. I wear baseball hats (when I have to wear one because I really don’t like hats at all) so there’s no smiley face, unfortunately.

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  3. restlessjo's avatar

    I’m sad! I don’t have a smiley face. Well… only the one on my face xx

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