Pixie is screaming. She has hurt herself on the Pink Plastic Barbie Castle, trying to fit herself through the Barbie-sized door arch, again. Earlier she hurt her neck, then it was her leg, now it is her arm.
“Why are you trying to fit through there?” I ask, looking at the implausibly small gap. “You won’t be able to fit through there. ”
“I can!” declares Squiggle and proceeds to demonstrate, in a very precise way, how she does it and proudly emerges from the other side having proved me wrong.