Mommy warned me that if I made a face, it would freeze that way.
“For the last time,” said Mommy. “Don’t do it.”
So, I made a face.
Mommy saw it, and she picked up her remote and clicked Freeze.
I was unable to move. Mommy had frozen me in place.
I could still see. And think.
And feel Mommy’s screwdriver removing the screws from my faceplate.
She pulled it off, disconnected the power and sensor cable, and set my face on the shelf.
“I warned you,” said Mommy, shoving my body into the closet and slamming the door shut.