Late in the afternoon, Sweetling comes out of her room, enters the kitchen, and asks if we are going to do logic. Especially if we are going to do logic involving distrubuted popcorn.
Toa of Boy, in the living room, calls out, "I want popcorn!"
I say, "It's not real popcorn. It's logical popcorn. Like the unicorns."
Sweetling adds, "It's more popcorn in the metaphorical sense....with transitive verb crackers."