Clementine beamed a smile, pleased that she was doing okay enough to get praise. She mostly was just letting Cleo grab at what she wanted, even if it did involve her hair. It didn't yet, but it was getting close.

"Good thing I don't wear glasses," she giggled, though she seemed keenly interested in her hat, reaching up to try to touch the rim of it. "Is she crawling? My friend's little brother was really little but he crawled everywhere."