Margaret And Wickedness, An Update

As I mentioned, Margaret was trying to break into a corner of my parents’ living room, where they keep exciting things like fireplace tools and lamps and whatnot.

I reinforced the fence, but it did no good.  She forced her little self through the cracks, and squirmed into the fenced-off area.

I’m not sure what to make of the expression.  I feel it’s a bit defiant.  She didn’t know, however, that I had moved all of the fun stuff out.  We just left her back there for a while, and she played happily, convinced that she was putting one over on us.