She looks so innocent. The reality of this picture went down like this:

I heard a noise from upstairs when the girls were supposed to be napping. I went to investigate, and there was G in my bathroom, calmly painting her fingernails, as well as the tile on my tub.

"G!"

"I can't sleep mommy!" continues calmly painting nails (with my Christian Dior nailpolish, I might add).

"G! There is nail polish all over the place and you're supposed to be in bed!"

(sigh) "I told you. I can't sleep, and there's only a little spot on the bathtub and I'm sure it will come off with cleaner." finishes up her last little fingernail and holds them out to admire them, oblivious to the steam coming out of my ears.

"Okay, G, you are no longer allowed to take a nap in my bedroom and now you must go and sleep in H's bedroom." (They aren't allowed to nap in the same room--a story for another time).

"That's fine, mommy. I need to let my nails dry anyway."