hat!

So Dad was doing dishes at the sink and his daughter materialised at his feet and tugged on his jeans ("Daddy! Hat!"). I looked down to see a little girl who couldn't be more proud of herself wearing some new pink hat. It was only when she turned to the side that i saw the miniature coat hanger and realised this hat was a doll's dress still on the hanger. Why does something like that make me proud of her? I guess because she's so overwhelmingly happy about her accomplishment and so free of ego or vanity that it is just embodies joy.