Not so right is that Mom thought it would be funny to put a crown on Esme's head while my little sister is sleeping in her bed and can't defend herself.
I would have had to take measurements if she had tried the same with me. I don't need a crown, my behavior speaks for me.
At least it's just a photo editor crown and not like what she did to Esme when she was still an innocent babe, almost exactly eight years ago (these are scrunchies she put over her ears, no respect, that woman!).
P.S. I was so shocked that I actually forgot to log in to my own account this time!!
