Conversation with Brigit, the second time she came out of her room post-bedtime:
"Mommy, what does snow look like?"
"And what does milk look like?"
"It's white too."
"And what do toots look like?"
When I stopped laughing, she followed with a long dissertation on what snowflakes look like (white) and what they sound like (whispers) and what they smell like (sweet).
And then she started screaming because out of the 2 million books crowding her bed, the Mowgli book was missing.
Note to self, buy doorknob covers before the next sunfall or risk going stark raving.