She loved the hat. She had to have the hat, the hat's so cool, would I buy her the hat? It was always the hat, from the moment she laid eyes on it.
I thought I'd dissuaded her (the hat is silly and frivolous!), but evidently Helena came away with something very different from those conversations. Anyway, I finally caved. We went back for the hat. We made a special trip for the hat.
Now the hat is becoming her trademark.
She's growing up to be a regular clotheshorse.