This week we are making edible snowmen.

We may sing a song, read a story, or play with a parachute during the last part of class. Some parents may even leave with their child during this portion if their child does not want to participate.

It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement.

If it swims, it's edible.

How is it that you make me want so many things I had sworn I could do without?

I don't know how it happened, and I don't know why, but this-- what she and I have-- it's solid. You don't need to worry about her. I'd rather cut off my own arms than hurt a single purple hair on her head. I'll look after her.