It's completely my fault.
I think he was pulled from my stomach wearing a hat. If not, there was one put onto his head immediately! To this day, if it's even a little cool outside, a hat is worn. So, Phin understands hats to be anything that can be worn on his head.
Often it's his sippy cup full of milk as he eats his breakfast.
Sometimes, it's his sock.
Today, it's a plastic bowl he has to play with.
Hat - hat - hat...
hat
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