Drama

Sylvie got mad at me tonight because I pointed out that she was jumping a little too close to the edge of the bed, and I suggested that she either sit down or get off the bed entirely. She really wasn't happy about this, and thought that if she just covered her eyes I'd go away.

Unfortunately for her I was persistent, and she quickly realized I meant business.

So she brought out the big guns, collapsing on the bed in loud angry wails.

And after all that work, all that drama, all she could produce was one plump little teardrop.

A closer view:

Pathetic. And yet so cute.