Not Sleeping

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.