Trumpet collar

Ugh... mama came home with this stupid plastic collar for me to wear. Apparently because I've been scratching at the sutures from the removal of that 'wart' on my forhead. I can get it off, though, and mama laughs when she sees it lying on the floor and I'm in a different room. I don't really scratch at the stitches that much, so maybe I can stop altogether. That way she won't wrap it around my head and take more pictures of my humiliation.

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