Вышли погулять. У меня на голове синий берет,...

We went out for a walk. I have a blue beret on my head, a khaki sleeveless jacket on my body, a bandlon under the jacket, a cloth bag on my shoulder, in it all sorts of things: a bottle of water, a notebook with a pen, a book with stories by Frank Baum, glasses ... In addition, I am unshaven - for five days already.
The son was in front, I was slightly behind. At some point, Lyoshka decided to turn around and, seeing me, exclaimed:
- Pancake! You look like an artist!
At first I didn't even understand by his intonation: is this a compliment or a mockery?
I ask my son. He begins to list: a beard, a beret, a shoulder bag - in general, all the artist's attributes are on his face.
It became pleasant. We moved on. About twenty minutes later we were on the bank of the pond.
I sat down on a stone, took out a notebook with a pen (my son and I were going to compose poetry), put on glasses.
Lyoshka immediately reacted:
- Oh, and now you look like a writer, because with glasses ...