Fourteen inches tall and with a soft cloth body, this matriarch is so squeezable you could just love her to death…if she weren’t already there. It seems that spawning the deranged Norman – who quickly became the second-most popular thing ending in “…bates” to be associated with showers – just took it all out of her, and she’s been wigging out ever since.
She’ll never nag or make you do chores, but you decide if that trade-off is worth having to stare into her soul-destroying eye sockets. The discipline is implied – be a good son, and you’ll want to dress up nice, clean yourself up and take a stab at eliminating bad behavior. In her world, that is, after all, the Norm.