"Nigh-Night!"

I didn't really believe it until I saw it for myself. It's 11:08 a.m. on Saturday. Carey is at a friend's baby shower, she left about 20 minutes ago. Greta and I played for a bit and then at 11 I simply asked her, "is it time for nigh-night?" She looked at me with her big eyes and said, "nigh-night," then picked up her nearest blanket and walked to the bottom of the stairs, just like Carey's described it to me many times. It really was quite impressive. Now she's dreaming of unicorns.