Sister, long hair, silly putty. Dare I go on? Actually neither I nor my brother put it in her hair, it was self-inflicted. She rolled over on it herself. Okay, maybe one of us left it on the floor and maybe one of us was wrestling with her and maybe she rolled onto it herself. Mother was furious, when peanut butter failed to loosen it, it was scissors time. Oh yah and one could press the putty onto the colored funny papers that came out on Sunday morning newspaper. I remember feeling kind of guilty about lifting a copy of Richard Nixon's face from the newspaper and making it look goofy, and wondered if I would be put in jail for that if anyone found out.