Donna and Duane, bless them, have managed to make our sweet, clean, innocent baby boy look like a six-pack-totin', Copenhagen-dippin' bubba. Yes folks, an LSU hat somehow got into the house. And of COURSE it has become one of Logan's favorite objects. The only way to get it away from him is to offer up a big-boy cap. Which means I have NO unspoiled hats in my collection. Since when did the bill of a cap become a proper teething ring? 
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