You keep using that word…

…I do not think it means what you think it means.

Peanut: I’m wearing my hunting hat.

Me: [thinking: Dear gawd, no! Please tell me you are hunting blueberries or something] What makes it a hunting hat?

P: Oh, you know. It has pockets…for when I find trash in the forest…and pick it up.

M: Oh. [Phew.]
Also, what kind of trash fits into a 5 year old’s hat pocket?]

P: Not like collecting because I wouldn’t keep it; but collecting like collecting it all together to put in the trash.

M: I see.

P: Because nobody likes garbage in the forest.

M: No, they don’t.

P: [long pause] A hunting hat.