I scrounged a backdrop of winter trees from the holiday decorating contest at work, so I tried to use it to mollify Junebug, who wants to go outside, but doesn’t have a jacket [or at least a sweater!] or a hat. I won’t let her go out until she’s properly bundled up. She’s not happy about that.

J: "This is not the same. I feel like I’m just standing in front of a shower curtain."

J: "Elizabeth won’t take me outside."
S: "Cheer up. It’s tit-puckeringly cold out there anyway. Much better to stay in and read thrillers."