I looked again at 6:20 and she was zonked. I must have fallen asleep for a few minutes because at 7 she was awake and making her first “get down here before I start screaming” calls.
I got downstairs, opened her door, and there was a used diaper being held over the edge of the crib and a toddler with a face that said “look what I did”.
She handed me the wet diaper and I chucked it, noticed her pants were still clinging to her ankles but mostly off, and did a cursory bed check for pooplets or wetness and found nothing.
That’s going to be a different story if she gets up with poo…