My Nephew, The Hipster

Last Christmas I ran a post about my nephew, the 10 Year Old Senior Citizen. I suspected he was really an old man in a kid's body because as gifts he received a golf hat, golf clubs and a metal detector.

This year he's apparently some sort of hipster or Bing Crosby-type crooner, because he's now sporting a fedora. Note that he actually calls it a fedora and not just "hat."

I have to admit he wears it pretty well. Where he even saw such a hat or ever heard the word "fedora," or why he suddenly had to have one, I have no idea.

I'm not complaining or denouncing him, mind you. I think it's cool that he has his own style and doesn't seem interested in following the latest trends (yet). I'd rather see him wearing a fedora any day than a Justin Beiber hair-helmet.

By the way, note the charming "meh" shirt he's wearing. That's a word he says about 67 times a day, which never gets old. Ow, I just hurt my eyes rolling them.

 

Here's a terrifying shot of me wearing the fedora. This is what happens when you don't eat your vegetables, kids!