The other day

Anna dropped a box of puzzle pieces.
As the box hit the floor, we heard her exclaim:

BOB MARLEY!

I kid you not.
See previous post on fears of who is influencing my daughter. (A militant rastafarian?)

I asked her where she had heard of Bob Marley. She pointed to the ceiling over the dining room table and said "from the speaker".

Whoa.

Yep, there's a speaker there. And we do, in fact, have a Bob Marley CD on our playlist. But... whoa.