For the last hour and a half, Niamh and I have been yelling at each other through her bedroom door because she did not want to take a nap. I could care less if she sleeps but this is my time to get things done, i.e. do nothing, alone. Every 10 minutes or so, she'd yell, "Can I come out now? I can't sleep." I'd respond, "No, try harder." Finally, at 4:00, I figured that I'd give in the next time she asked, but I wasn't going to do it with a smile. I was going to let her know that she misbehaved (because not napping and disturbing my alone time is seriously bad behavior). So, she called out to me, I burst in the room, ready to give her some chore to do because she wasn't napping, and she greeted me in this get up. It kind of changed my mood. I love her again.