Yesterday morning, Bennett and I were playing with his talking dump truck. (Everyone has one of those, right?). The dump truck told Bennett to put his hard hat on. Bennett looked at me with a confused face and said, "I want a hard hat." I asked him if he would like one for Christams and if so, he should ask Santa Claus when we see him next. His confused face returned, then he ran into the dining room, looked at the framed picture of Baby Bennett sitting on Santa's lap and said, "Hard hat please!"
And then I died. Andthen, I put one in my shopping cart.