"You cannot resist my cuteness," say her eyes. "Crinkle, crinkle, crinkle," says her pull-up.
Even if I wanted to scowl, or frown, or somehow express that I am not happy with her choice to wander around this late at night, I can't because...because...because I'm so incredibly happy to see her.
Besides, she has a peace offering.
"Here Mama, you can snuggle Foxy." Oh, she is so pleased with herself. So pleased.