Sometimes I think it is almost wrong how easy it is to please The Prairie Kid.
Last weekend we went to a thrift store. He found a Nike beanie for winter. He wanted it. I wanted him to have it so that I could get mine back from him that he has claimed is his for the past 2 years. For $1 or $2 the problem was solved. He acted like he'd won the lottery. Even though it was warm and sunny out he wore his "new" hat.
On the ride home he had fallen asleep. I turned to look at him and this is what I found: