There was once a small boy who loved hats. Cowboy hats, fireman hats, coonskin caps, yachtsman hats, baseball caps and so forth. He would often wear  two or three hats at the same time. When he helped his Daddy work around the house he would wear his “construction man” hat. If he was helping in the yard he would wear an old Cubs baseball cap backwards and that was his “garden man hat.”

One day his father said to him, “You have lots of hats. Did you know that you have a hat that I can see but you can’t?”

The little boy didn’t know this and he was puzzled. He reached up and rubbed the top of his head, but he couldn’t feel anything. He looked at himself in the mirror, but he couldn’t see anything. He got down on his hands and knees and scooted over to Amy, his dog, to see if Amy could smell anything.

Amy just rolled over to have her stomach scratched.

The little boy asked his father what sort of hat it was and his father said  “It’s a Hug-Me-Kiss-Me Hat” and you always have it on when I look at you, even under your other hats, and even when you’re asleep and even when you swim under water in the ocean.