When silence means... Trouble!

Both Daddy and I have come to learn that when Cheryl is silent, she is really up to no good.

I was giving Daddy a mini facial and was trying to clear his head of his greys and our little spark was at the mirror admiring herself. She had taken a small bottle of facial cream but we didn't think much harm could be done because the bottle was almost empty and I reckoned she would not be able to open the cap. So Daddy and I happily went on with our things.

Then suddenly, Daddy asked me, "Where is Cheryl? This silence is a little haunting." Thus we got up and went to the mirror. What greeted us was the most hilarious of sight!

I am so sorry... We were laughing really hard and Cheryl did not help because she was prancing and jumping and chuckling at the same time.

What can I say? I present to you, our little darling! She was doing a little facial of her own too.


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