And you thought the Cracker Barrel was only good for biscuits and hash brown casserole. This is the pink tweed hat we got Sunday at the gift shop. Please don’t get me started on how grown up Miss C looks here for six. I wish I had her “looks great in hats” gene. The only hats I seem to do well at all are baseball caps at the beach or gym (wait, who am I kidding…when was the last time I set foot in a GYM) and that’s just to disguise the unwashed hair.