I have chocolate on my face. I didn’t get to taste any of it, but those boys they just keep kissing me. I guess if you go out sledding you get hot chocolate after. I just got it on my face. Mom said there’s this movie, called A Christmas Story where a little boy cries because he can’t put his arms down, and I looked like him. I didn’t think it was very nice of her to say I looked like a boy or to put me in a snowsuit so big I couldn’t put my arms down. At least aunt/ms./friend Hannah (not sure what to call her) pulled me in the sled and took me for a ride. Then my mom wanted to take pictures, but I didn’t want to stay in the house all alone, so I got to sit on the porch and watch, sort of.