"Samantha, you are grounded! How many times must I tell you to stay out of my things?! Look at my closet! Lord, help me with patience! This child of mine will steer me into the loony bin!"
Mommy is livid! She throws her hands in the air in annoyance while sucking her teeth. She starts picking up her expensive clothes and shoes off the costly sheepskin rug on the floor.
She looks at me, appalled, when she bends over and sees I have also been playing with her makeup.
"Do you know how expensive...wait, why the hell am I picking this up?! Sharon!! Please clean this mess up!"
Mommy chokes back a sob when she sees red lipstick on the rug.
Sharon, the maid, walks into Mom's closet and starts picking up the mess I have made.
"I'm so disappointed in you, Sammy! And you ruined the dress Mrs. Clinton got you for your birthday!"