This face. It tells you all you need to know. At any moment, it can tell you if his greatest wish is coming true or if his heart is breaking into little, tiny, whimpery pieces. Both of which happen many times in a day.
In this particular moment, it is telling you exactly how he feels about his new, mama-knit hat.
I knew this would happen when I started knitting this two-yarn, fingering weight topper. He rarely consents to wear a hat of any sort.
Unless he is about to swing a baseball bat. In which case, he most adamantly demands a baseball hat. And it doesn't matter one bit if that hat happens to be pink and four sizes too big.
My little hat, however, is now nestled in a pile of dust bunnies behind some furniture. In case you, too, want to knit up a spiffy yet unappreciated toddler beanie, here's the Ravelry link.
I think perhaps this particular hat has the potential to be adopted by someone with a more ecclectic and complex fashion sense.