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Capping it Off


I have a confession to make: I am not inspired by elected officials making statements while wearing baseball caps. I don’t care which political party they belong to. It just doesn’t make sense to me. What is the message that one is sending by wearing a baseball cap?
  • I’m sporty
  • I’m youthful
  • I’m one of “the people”
  • I’m trying to keep the sun out of my eyes 
  • I’m advertising a slogan on the hat
In the grand scheme of things,what with the real life and death things we are dealing with right now, I realize that hat choice is way down the list. On the other hand, if I do nothing but go on and on every day about the crisis we are in, our spirits will sink pretty fast. So forgive me if I flip my lid about headwear today.

Men don’t wear hats anymore, other than the occasional wooly hat in winter and ball cap in summer.There used to be so many to choose from. Purely for the fun of it, I’m asking my readers to make suggestions as to what sort of hat might inspire confidence from leaders at the podium. Top hat? Fedora? Bowler? Pork pie? Beret?

What’s in a hat? What does it say? And, for that matter, do we ever see elected officials who are women playing the hat game? Why or why not?

For those of you homeschooling right now, feel free to use this as a jumping off point for your day's activities, for example:

Words that rhyme with hat
Words with a short a sound
Count how many hats you have in your house.
Sort hats by size, color, etc.
Learn about the science of why we wear hats
Study the kinds of hats community helpers wear.
Study American Presidents and their hats.
Pull math facts out of a hat.

I’ll be here all week, folks. 



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