Baby Wingnut wanted a hat to wear and so I sent one of his older sisters to get one for him. I was thinking of more of a baseball hat, but once he saw this one, it was too late. Never mind that it was 85 degrees and humid. He wore it to piano lessons, the grocery store and during dinner. He said he was a cute little bunny. I wish I could get away with wearing a hat like this on bad hair days.