I was a bad girl...
Okay, so Mom sends me in my room tonight to pick out a book. She reads to me every night...sometimes 2 or 3 books depending on how nice she's feeling. So I go to my room and I'm in there for about 10 minutes. Mom gets suspicious so comes to check on me. I hear her and yell for her to stay out. She comes in anyway and finds out why...I decided to bring my red dry erase marker in my room and color EVERYTHING within reach! My dresser, chest of drawers and every toy on them was covered in red marker. Hooooey was Mom pissed off! But she didn't yell, which was good. She calmly told me that I was naughty, and that naughty girls didn't get stories before bed. I climbed into bed, refused to answer her questions by throwing my comforter over my head, and she turned off the light and left. No story. We'll see what kind of a mood she's in in the morning. She's mucho angry tonight, that's for sure.