Way too many of these posts take place in the middle of the night

Mabel sits up in the middle of the (extra) dark, (extra) cold night.

"I have a wee."
"You're wearing a nappy, Mabel. Just go in your nappy, please."
"I have to go to the toi-wet."
"Mabel. It's cold out there. And the lights don't work."
"The lights don't work?
"There's no electricity, remember? That means the lights don't work. And it's cold."
"But I want to go to the toi-wet." [She gets off the bed.]
"..." [I groan and follow her.]
"[Blah blah blah probably something about Cuzco from The Emperor's New Groove or Mr Incredible]"
"Shhh. Mabel. Monkey and Daddy are asleep. You have to be quiet."
[Top of her lungs] "I don't want to be quiet."
[I pull down her pyjama bottoms and undo her onesie and pull down her pull-up and sit her on the toilet. Nothing happens.]
"I don't have anything."
"Okay. Let's go back to bed."
"Okay. I want the big side." [She's not talking about the pillow, you know.]