"Hat, Mama!"

Last night was a rough night in the house of Gibson. No need to get into details, but the supper table was less than jovial.

*Let me take a moment to tell you that Bennett is way into hats these days. He loves to put on a hat. Any hat. Usually Josh's stinky beloved camouflage hat, but any hat that he sees lying around. And it doesn't even have to be a hat. He'll take a cup and put it on his head and say, "Hat, Mama!" If he can balance it on his head, it's his 'hat.'

Okay, so back to the dinner table last night. Less than jovial. We were just sitting there, eating our supper, not really doing much talking. I'm not really paying much attention, but I realize that Bennett is saying, over and over, "Hat." "Hat." "Hat, Mama!"

So finally I look over about the same time Josh does, and we see Bennett sitting there with a piece of Mongolian chicken on top of his head.

It's all we can do to keep from laughing. We wanted to just crack up and enjoy that moment, but we couldn't exactly let Bennett know that putting his dinner on his head will make Mama and Daddy laugh a lot.

Leave it to the 2 year old to provide some comic relief. :)