It’s now been a day and a bit since the boy lost his hat. He has asked us dozens of times what happened to it, not because he doesn’t remember, but because he’s making it sure it all happened and learning the story by heart. After yesterday’s nap, we have decided that ducks are going to use it to make a nest.

Last night at the dinner table he said, “My hat fell in the water.”

“Yes, it did.”

“The ducks are going to make a nest in it.”

“That’s right.”

“And they will have sweet dreams in it.”

That part was new, and all his own. HRH and I exchanged startled but touched glances and agreed that yes, any duck who slept in a nest made from his hat would have very sweet dreams indeed. The boy is very satisfied with this, and we are, too. He’s a good-hearted kid.