Nora's bedtime ramblings (imagine these interspersed with kicking her heels against her mattress and banging a toy on the bars of her crib:
"Jonah eat it. He's an idiot. No, he's not. Blitzkrieg Bop. Let's say prayers, guys. Spacekrieg bop. Let's just say prayers, guys. I dropped my guy, can you get him? Those kids are quiet. They not allowed to quiet. .... I farted. You gonna eat it? Pleeee-oh pleee-oh pleee-oh. Brush your eye! Cheer up! Cheer up! What are you doing? Can we play with you? Nope! Okay! Smelly. Yeah. Look at my butt! Look at my butt! I'm a crazy butt!"
Now she just yawned. I think she's done.
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