See that snowman in the background? I'm his mom because I built him. I found some great branches for his arms. I love trees. I'm pretendin to be one.

I think that snowman is givin me some attitude. He's like "what the heck does she need branches for arms for? She's got real ones."

I've got my real arms under my coat that's true I'm not lyin. I just don't think he appreciates my imagination.

What does he know? He's mostly made out of snow anyways. If he's not nicer to me I might just tell him he's adopted. Not that there's anything wrong with adopted cause my middle sister is one and we love her.