...or little Greek boy
...or Huckleberry Finn
...or son of Tarzan
...or Aboriginal boy
(^^all suggestions from comments on my instagram post)

Basically he ran around half-naked, filthy and wearing this crown wreath his cousin made him.  He was in heaven.  I think he belonged in the movie Swiss Family Robinson.  We had to pry it off of his sleepy little head when we got home late that night, so he could take a bath and get to bed.  We set it by the outside garbage can.  A few days later, he was walking around with it on again, all dried, shriveled up, and falling apart.

He loves hats, and apparently, all other forms of head apparel.

Love him