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Norah had her usual Friday play-date today and was exhausted and punchy by the time we got home. She rummaged through my laundry basket on the living room couch and pulled out all of my underwear (don't worry, they were clean). She lined them all up and then proceeded to put on a pair over her jeans. Nothing makes you want to get on the elliptical machine faster than seeing your granny drawers on a toddler. She got very upset that they wouldn't stay up, so I had to tie a knot in the back and the child walked around for the rest of the evening wearing my underwear over her clothes. She then played in her kitchen as I fixed her dinner in the real kitchen. Imagine my surprise when I turned from the stove to talk to her and found her sitting IN HER HIGH CHAIR. She managed to climb up the side, get in the seat, and then buckle the seat belt. I would have been really pissed at her, had I not been so impressed. After dinner she collected and put the following in the bathtub: 4 alphabet puzzle pieces, a crayon, a book, half a kleenex, my right flip flop, Baby Nor Nor, her valentine from Grandma Geri, a cd case, and the DVD remote. She then attempted to put the following in the bathtub: the cat.