me: Dakota, do you want pretty pink toes like mommy?
me: can you sit still for me to paint them?
me: ok, come on.
(Dakota sits in my lap. I proceed to break out the polish thinking this is going to be a complete disaster and she reaches for the bottle. I have never seen the girl sit so still in her life...she kept trying to put her face closer to her toes to examine.)
me: All done!
Dakota (pointing to toes, trying to touch them): PRETTY!
me: Don't touch, they have to dry!
me: yeah, dry.
Dakota (points to my toes): pretty! (points to her toes) pretty!
This morning on changing table...(points to toes): pretty toes!