Twelve-year-old: *appears in my workspace at 10pm, instead of being in bed*
Me: “Hello. What are you doing here?”
Twelve, wielding pen and paper: “I’m here to draw you an otter.”
Me: “I… don’t have enough energy to object to that. Proceed.”
Twelve-year-old to me at 10pm: “I like it when you’re too tired to object to my cleverness but awake enough to acknowledge my cleverness.”