Overheard

When I put DF to bed, he asks me questions before we turn on his music.  Tonight, his last question went like this:

DF: What does a cowboy wedding look like.

Me: ...uh, I don't know.

DF: (thinking) Would the pinata be shaped like a horse?

Me: ...

DF: Maybe with a crown on it.  (pause)  And a cape?

Me: I have no idea.

I love the way his mind works, but I won't pretend that I understand it.