But I still licked the box until not a speck of cinnamon was left. The semi driver that looked down from his truck just in time to see me doing it was pretty amused.

I'll announce the winner of the contest tomorrow. For now, I need to try to convince a toddler that just discovered the joy of opening a fridge all by herself that she should spend her night in Cleveland sleeping, instead of playing a good ol' game of Open the Door, Close the Door, Open the Door, Close the Door. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Open the Door.

Close the Door.

Good grief the kid needs to get a life.