Pink Marshmallow

Today I had to finally admit to myself that the snow was not going to melt enough for me to drive to the post office to get my Christmas cards mailed. So Emma and I hopped on the WTA (city bus), risked life and limb crossing icy streets and endless snowdrifts, and headed off to the P.O. While we were downtown a kindly old gentleman remarked, "Why, that child looks like a big pink marshmallow!" Hmmm...she kinda does!