Popcorn Garlic or The Logic of a Four-Year-Old

This is Marley's second post. She has become very interested in the editorial content of her blog, but, apparently, was as frustrated by the 17 minute typing session of her last post as I was. So this one she's dictating to me. And it goes:

This morning I watched Doodlebops. Then we made a popcorn garlic to hang on our tree. And love Daddy.

Doodlebops? Really? WTH? I've got to get off FB & Twitter. Popcorn "garlic" must be what she heard when I said popcorn garland. I didn't have the heart to correct her, it was too cute. The last sentence is typical of the inaneness she insists upon.

The funniest part of the whole morning happened when we were making the garland. It won't make sense without a little background info, so here goes:

Marley's always been interested in China. Although she's too young to understand the implications, she's fascinated that most of the things in our house come from factories in China, especially her beloved Puppy.

Well, while we were stringing popcorn after popcorn onto a thread that stretched half the length of the living room, she muttered, "We're working like Chinese workers." I practically choked on my popcorn laughing.