Playdough model

Mama was busy shopping for Christmas gifts for some of my friends at Kiddy Palace, Marina Square. When she returned to Papa and me, this was what she found. Previously, before she left me, I was also busy, busy playing with toys.
I sat myself comfy on top of the boxes of playdough. When I was told to leave, I struggled. Then a helper with her little mistress wanted to just look at the playdough stood next to me. Too bad, they were there at the wrong time--I was in my bad mood, and I tried to beat the little poor girl. Mama was angry at my unacceptable behaviour and scolded me. I was made to apologise to that little girl too. :( My parents have started to discipline me very strictly because they don't want me to be a naughty girl. Ok, I'll learn.
Anyone wants to buy Playdough?! By the way, like my new haircut? The first time I sat the longest at a salon and didn't cry or seem afraid when a male hair stylist cut for me! Great achievement! And my parents think my short hair suits my bubbly personality more. Not the demure type, you know?!