I find this hat to be uber-apropro. Nate thinks it’s for Kansas, but he clearly knows nothing.
That being said, I have the sweetest husband ever, who leaned over & kissed my bloat tonight, saying “Hey, Harpie!” I don’t have the heart to tell him the sweet “bump” is truly gas & poop, so I just let him think it’s baby. Because I’m a good wife.
