Owen refused to put his hat on this morning.
It was snowing hard, so I insisted, which upset him.
When I asked him WHY he suddenly didn’t want to wear his hat, which he loves, he answered:
“Because “hate” starts with “hat”, Mommy, and hate makes people sad.”
I have no idea how to argue with this.
Daddy’s response (moved to the front page, because it made salsa come out of
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‘s nose) was:
“Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hat. Hat leads to suffering….”
Nation of Three 
Earmuffs.
Sure, but you can’t spell ‘earmuff’ without ‘muff’, and that’s…
…wait, no, we like those. I second your plan.
Yeah yeah yeah…
Daddy’s response was:
“Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hat. Hat leads to suffering….”
Tell your hubby thanks, I just spit hot salsa through my nose. Ow.
You could always try telling him that wearing his hat gives it something to do, and keeps it from hanging out in dark bars where it might meet a rogue ‘e’ and descend into hate.
You’ll just have to start calling it a toque, which is also very Canadian!
“It belongs to human nature to hat those whom you have injured.”
~Tacitus
hat mongering
See… Johanna keeps knitting them for people. What does *that* mean?
Oh well… I suppose you should tell him he’s just making a hug_ mistake.
Adam