The naughty gene

I don't know where Norah gets her naughty gene from. She seems to have more "ideas" than I can even begin to imagine. This afternoon, I took the girls with me to a watch shop to get a battery replaced. The shop had a mirror on the wall that reached almost to the floor. Norah first walks over to a cuckoo clock and tries to pull it off the wall. When she is "redirected", Norah proceeds to go right up to the mirror, smear her little face on it, blows loud pooty-noised-raspberries on the mirror, and turns around with a big wicked grin. Lovely. Luckily, the owner has a sense of humor.