As regular readers may have spotted, our Jamie is cute, blond-haired and blue-eyed (and clearly not mine).
And whilst his aesthetics may be pleasing to many (particularly him), these attributes - added to his pale skin - make him particularly susceptible to damage from the always strong Yorkshire sun (what?!)
One of the obvious ways to guard against the ever present White Rose Rays is for him to wear a hat - which he has always hated. Until today, that is.
Because Vanessa - who's off this week and currently out on a J2O-fuelled pregnant lady binge in Leeds city centre - reported earlier that he'd worn his sunhat all day.
Then, after I arrived home, he kept it on whilst the two of us did our now signature lawn mowing double act in the back garden.
Eventually I got him in the bath, but only after several minutes trying to persuade him to take his hat off before getting in the water.
But, as soon as he was out and the poncho towel was draped on his person, on went his hat once again.
If only we could persuade him that the hat does the exact same job as his dummy.
Because getting him to part with that is the next major challenge facing the Whites.
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