Margaret found some soccer cones that had taken up residence in our garage, and of course she wanted to play with them. We’ve set them up in the yard a few times and showed her how to dribble through them, but it just hasn’t really stuck the way we would hope. She tends to kick them rather than the ball.
On the other hand, they do make marvelous hats.
Even if they only stay on for a moment.
The real problem, of course, is that hats in that shape are usually either dunce caps or witches’ hats, and I don’t really like either choice. Perhaps she’ll grow out of it.