Hilary gave Norah this little something to play with on the drive home from Grandma and Grandpa Smith's rad party, and said, "Norah, don't open this." Technically, she was obedient because she didn't "open" it. It's also a remarkably tidy round opening. I think she's going through her sassy toddler engineering phase. Last night she also lined up her blocks in a mind-blowingly straight row. We're so proud.
Back to the story: Every last piece of Reese was gone. The smell of candy on her breath was still strong at 10 o'clock, although the peanut-butter-chocolate-Christmas mania had dissipated enough for her to finally go to bed.
