My brother the thief -- er, dunce -- has brought to light a serious family issue. This issue seems to only have been avoided by the dunce spouse and the hard-working web drudge. We have yet to see if the adorable Mr. Mark will suffer from this problem, but it seems inevitable (I'm so sorry) that young master Jonathan, lover of cold pools and running from place to place, will have to spend his life with it as well.
On our first trip to London, we made a trip to Warwick Castle, where, among other exciting things, we were able to try on some fantastic headgear. As you see to the right, while *I* seem to have been able to fit into such protective items, a certain dunce may have had more trouble...
Don't get to thinking that my head is that much more dainty and seemly than his; it was a lucky moment. But no, the helmet pictured atop the dunce's head was NOT child-sized. Just normal-person-sized.
Please note that even he was not prevented from enjoying the fun of the hats. However, though he may have succeeded in getting the hat to the left on his head, he was quite uncomfortable and -- if he would today admit it -- claustrophobic in the confines of the lovely olde-tyme wear.
And no, indeed, the hair wasn't entirely to blame.
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