She put me in the bathroom sink because that's where she thinks she can "contain" me.
But I kept planning my escape the whole time, so I think she finally learned that the sink ain't the spot she thinks it is.
OK. So maybe my bangs were a little long. It was getting a bit hard to see.
But between Mom's lack of experience and me fidgeting up a storm, the results were NOT good. My bangs look like they've been attacked by a weed whacker!
Just as soon as I got out of that sink, THIS is all Mom saw of me...
Here's a close-up of the damages. Some pieces are still too long, and there's a super short spot right in the middle.
It isn't pretty. But I guess at least I can sort of see now. Mom says it's a good thing that I don't have a mirror in my princess tent, 'cause maybe I'll just forget that my bangs were whacked.
Forget this experience? Never. Instead, I'm adding another layer of fun to my plans for revenge. I'm thinking of super loud squeakies now -- AND my animal sounds Babble Ball -- at 3:30 a.m. under Mom's bed...
That'll teach her.