Last night, the babysitter relayed the cutest little story.
C was asleep, and I left all of the materials out for toenail painting, while my husband and I took a jot to the gym. M had stayed up late the night before watching Toy Story 2, so I could tell she was a bit sleepy.
Shortly after we left, M gave the sitter a sort of glassy-eyed-look and said "its time to paint my toenails" in a grumpy tone. As the sitter painted the nails, M quickly nodded off. About twenty minutes later, M abruptly sits up, gives a dazed look around the room, touches her toes to make sure they are dry, and then lays back down on the pillow, zonked out for the night.