Now He's Really French

This post is for Aunties Jen C. and Joyce B-Y who have each prodded us to find a beret for Emmett. When we first arrived in Paris, we searched in vain for a baby-sized beret. Whenever we were out and about, we checked in department stores, outdoor market stalls, upscale children's boutiques, hat shops and had no luck. When David's mom visited, we told her about our quest and of course, she managed to find one immediately at a little shop in Montmartre after seeing Sacre Couer.

Here you are, Aunties!

We've had the beret for three weeks and it's taken us this long to take a picture of Emmett where he's looking even moderately unhappy. He *hates* wearing the beret and tears it off his head the instant we put it on. For the sake of "journalistic integrity", I'm posting his usual reaction to the beret:

If Emmett could speak French: "Je déteste le béret!"