Snow Much Fun

If Stella could talk I'm fairly certain our conversation at the park today would have gone down like this: "Aunt Stace, I'm only smiling because my cheeks are frozen. That, and because my parents are taking me to Florida tomorrow for Thanksgiving. You've got about 5 more minutes before I lose my shit.  Literally. But don't stop pushing the swing because then I turn into a Crab Rangoon. Just do as I say. We cool?"

#gotmewrappedaroundherfinger