"Seriously, if I have to come in there again, so help me."
Claire looked at her mom, pleading, "You said you want me to be a good girl. I'm trying to be good."
"If you're trying to be a good girl, why aren't you in bed? You have school in the morning."
Frustrated, Claire slumped off the sofa, trying her best to look angry, forlorn, and annoyed simultaneously, an attempt thwarted by her pigtails...