(Written in Sept. 2015 when I worked and Elaine was in daycare)
When the weather promises to be less than 90 degrees, the kiddos at the nursery are set free to run around the outdoor play area in the afternoon. Sometimes I catch them outside when I pick up my baby. She’s the funny one in the hat which is awkwardly placed on her head because the caretakers do not realize it has to be fitted down with a little nudge. She’s the funny one in the hat because I requested that she always wear a hat outdoors, because white people don’t have Asian people’s fear of the sun and all the other kids do not wear hats. She’s the funny one in the hat who sees me at the door and walks at her quickest speed to be held in my arms. She’s my baby, the funny one in the hat.
