Reality: I walked into the playroom to find her using a tube of Mrs. Wellington-Calloway’s “Limited Edition Himalayan Saffron Night Cream” (retail: $900) to draw a unicorn on the cat. The cat, Mr. Snuggles, looked less like a pet and more like a jaundiced gremlin.
“Your grandmother wrote in it,” I said. miss penelope dork diaries
“Done,” she said. “I wrote that I’m a chaos demon because if I’m good, no one notices me. But if I set the chef free and draw on the cat, at least someone yells. Yelling is a kind of attention.” Reality: I walked into the playroom to find
Little Penelope looked up. She had one blue eye and one green eye, and they both held the cold, calculating intelligence of a tiny CEO. “No, you’re not,” she said. Snuggles, looked less like a pet and more
“What would you write,” I asked, “if you knew no one would ever, ever read it except the next kid?”
“Miss Penelope?”
“I’m fairly certain I am.”