I strapped Finn on my back and we went strolling to the nearby grocery store. I "aim for shade" and smother him in inches of sunscreen, because I'm aware of the fact that Finn refuses to wear a hat. We are turning the corner (in shade) when my hairdresser confronts us. Bellowing a thick and oppressive cloud of smoke directly onto Finn's face, she wheezes, "Ooooooooo LINDO!!!!! Bebe needs a hat. WHERE IS HIS HAT?! You cannot do This"!
Sigh.