I went back to wor...and here she comes with a baby wipe and a bottle of nail polish remover.
First, we worked on the fingers.
Then we worked on the toes.
Once I had removed the polish to her satisfaction (which means, when she decided that she was done standing still,) she took the bottles back and replaced them back on the bathroom counter.
Now, she's dancing around the living room in a pair of too-big jazz shoes and a tu-tu and saying, "Mommy! Needle!"