Why does everything have to be a hat? Unless it’s an actual hat, in which case it gets used as a basket, or a hammer. I can’t even remember what it was he had on his head now. A magazine? A cushion? Maybe I should be pleased that my son doesn’t feel constrained by convention regarding appropriate headgear. Maybe he’ll be the next Philip Treacy. But regardless, I would imagine I’ll be saying ‘that isn’t a hat’ and variants thereof for some time yet.

At breakfast today, Michael put a blueberry on his head and looked at me “hat?” Sigh.
The closest I get is putting baseball caps on the dog..