"Darn.... Where is it?..." He muttered, looking high and low for his beloved cowboy hat, unbeknownst to him, his child had managed to get it in their grip.

"This muddle fudgin' hat... Where could it 'av gone ta?" He continued to mutter checking every room before reaching the room to his young child's room, this was the only place he hadn't checked, could it be here?

He opened the door, the mass of bright colours immediately attacking his corneas, when he adjusted to the change, he looked over at the bed where you usually sat, and there you were, with his hat on your head, the size of it almost swallowing your head, your eyes covered by his hat, yet you were giggling finding so much in fun in something as silly as a cowboy hat.

"Gosh darn it darlin'... Of course yer the one to 'av my hat..." he said under his breath while looking at you, smiling slightly before approaching the bed where you sat.