Please note: If your mom makes you a new headband with a large silk rose attached, you might think it's very pretty. She, on the other hand, might crack up every time she glances in the rearview mirror, because my goodness, that is ONE BIG HONKIN' FLOWER perched on her daughter's head.
But then while you're supposed to be sitting quietly in the very front row at commencement exercises, and you decided that, the heck with all this, I'm going to turn around and entertain the distinguished guests behind me since they think I'm soooo cute, and the man behind you ends up wearing your gigundous flower headband for a few minutes, and the woman next to him shakes with silent hilarity, and your mom is so embarrassed but decides there is absolutely nothing she can do about it because you have prudently sat out of reach, and she's just going to avert her eyes and pretend to have only a passing acquaintance with you -- well, my friend, you have it made. Made in the shade.
(P.S. Does anyone else think -- if I may be so bold -- that the father of our heroine looks Rawther Dashing in his doctoral regalia?)