Alison just came and asked me a question and I told her no. She then ripped a strand of hair from my head and ran off with it to her room.
I asked her, "What are you doing with that hair?"
She said, "Nooothiiing..." In that fake innocent tone that means she's not-so-secretly up to something.
I'm kind of terrified. I'm racking my brain to see if I've accidentally taught her any voodoo magic. And even if I haven't, who knows what they learn at school. My mother doesn't even want to know what my friends taught me when she thought I was learning science. Sex is the least of our worries nowadays.
I guess this is a call for help. If you don't hear from me in a couple of days, I might be locked in a closet while Alison eats gallons of ice cream for breakfast.