hat radio.

[fisherprice_tim]

Tim was not expecting birthday presents. Because it wasn't his birthday. Days that weren't your birthday rarely bred an expectation of presents, unless the church said you got some. Tim had just handed Dixon off to Bridget and gone upstairs to see what the bookshelf had to offer, feeling in an amiable mood. The jukebox started playing Radio

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[holdthebucket]

Gordon Cutter was sitting pensively in an arm chair, smoking a hand rolled cigarette that, lets just say, didn't have an ounce of tobacco in it, and reading a play book he'd gotten off the shelf. It was one of the ones he'd used to coach Chris's juvenille team back in middle school. In the margins, he'd written a few unkind words about most of the local children, including his own son. At least Lennox had ended up growing into his appendages....

After a while, he looked up and solemly took in the man with antenna. It was by far not the most strange thing he'd seen that day.

"Got antenna, have you?" he said, arching an eyebrow at him. "Good for you. Use your doo-hickey to send an S.O.S."

[fisherprice_tim]

Tim jumped a little, dropping his hands and looking over at the older man, apparently faintly bewildered.

"Sorry? My doo- oh," Tim said, "oh, no, it's- it's, uh, Hat F.M." He pulled a face.

[holdthebucket]

"Nice to meet you," Gordon said, gesturing with the joint at Hat F.M. Bless him, the poor creature had metal coming out its head. Of course it was landed with a damn stupid name. "I'm Gordon Cutter. Pull up a chair, son. You know much about curling?" he asked, waving around the book.

[fisherprice_tim]

".....Uh, no," Tim said, heading over, eyeing the curling smoke of what was clearly, by smell, marijuana, and sat, "My name's Tim Canterbury. The hat is a, was a gift. It's-" He took it off, showing it to the man, the part where it said 'hat f.m.'.

"Curling? Nnno."

[sickof_swimming]

Ariel came into the rec room, intent on finding some new books to read Matthew, when a very funny looking hat caught her eye. She was about to go right on with her business when she noticed that the man wearing the hat looked awfully down.

"Are you okay?" she asked gently, tucking some short hair behind an ear.

[fisherprice_tim]

Tim straightened a little at the woman's voice, then looked over and offered a smile.

"Ah, yeah," he said, eyebrows lifting, "yes, I just came upon it. It's something I'd left at home, I'd thought."

[sickof_swimming]

Ariel could see why. Though, she suspected it kept his face nicely shielded from the sun.

"What's the metal bit coming out of it for?"

[fisherprice_tim]

"It-" He pulled it off, turning it over in his hands, "it's a radio receiver. The hat has speakers in it and it picks up radio signals. Clllever."

[_bridget_jones_]

It'd been just after Tim had handed Dixon off to her. In between a chorus of 'no's-- which, after a few weeks, Bridget had gotten into the habit of ignoring-- she'd decided that perhaps nap time was a good idea.

Really, how many times will it take before he realizes that yes, it was a word, and yes, eventually everyone would stop being so bloody impressed by it?

Unfortunately, Dixon had a completely different idea, and instead, decided that the time had come for an entirely new word, which, while not completely 'mum', was some sort of amalgam of 'mama' and 'mum'. Excitedly, Bridget had scooped him up to catch up with Tim and let him in on the news.

Rushing into the room, she stopped short at the expression on his face.

"...that's certainly an interesting hat," She said, a little taken aback by it.

[fisherprice_tim]

"It's Hat F.M., in fact," Tim said, laughing a little, absently letting the hat shift hands as though he'd bee caught in a compromising position.

"Um, thirtieth birthday present frommm myyy mum," he said, "in fact. So the nap didn't happen, did it?" he grinned a bit as he walked over, then pushed Dixon's hair around and kissed his forehead.

[_bridget_jones_]

Bridget was fairly certain that she would have preferred a hat radio to offers to take her to get her colors done, but it was a sub par gift, nonetheless.

"Actually," Bridget said, momentarily distracted from the hat when Dixon's hair was ruffled, "Your son decided that today was a good day to try out a new word."

She grinned and Dixon punctuated her sentence with a very confident "No!"

[fisherprice_tim]

"Oh, my so-" Tim pulled the slightest of double takes, smiling with a subtle but permeating kind of brightness, and he wrapped one hand around Dixon's foot.

"My son did, did he?" Tim had been pretty smitten with Bridget for a long while, and he'd liked Dixon quite a bit from the first time he'd seen the baby. The idea of becoming the little boy's father had seemed totally appropriate and like it would be an easy transition. The actual result was that he was now utterly smitten with two people.

"And what," he asked, "have we added to the lexicon?"