Dr. Nipandtuck unraveled several strips of bandages around my forehead and chin while I sat at the kitchen table. He examined my forehead, and I was convinced by the look on his face that something was wrong. He sighed and took a small towel out of his medicine bag and draped it over my toaster. Then he taped the towel to the toaster..

“Sheeva,” he said, “I’ve got to go to the car for one second. Sit. Don’t move. Doctor’s orders.”

As soon as I heard the front door shut, I ran to the toaster! I knew he was afraid I would try to peek into the toaster to see my forehead and chin. Why was he so concerned? I tried to get the surgical tape off the toaster but there wasn’t time.

“Well, if he thinks I’m going to peek at my face, he’s right,” I hollered out loud. “Except, my good doctor, I’m going to a real mirror in the bathroom.”

Dashing to the bathroom as fast as my fuzzy- wuzzy slippers could take me, I headed for the light switch. Before I knew it, Dr. Nipandtuck’s hand was on top of mine, struggling for control of the light switch. I had just enough strength to flip the switch. What was it the world–renowned cosmetic surgeon didn’t want me to see?

Read next week to find out if Sheeva follows the doctor’s orders!