Dear Mommy,
It's tough being a little guy. My leggies aren't long, I don't know how to walk yet, and even though I'm super speedy, I'm not super speedy when you dress me like a marshmellow. Look at me...I can't move. This outfit has me rolled over like a turtle on it's back. I'm going NOWHERE! Even though I've stolen your keys right from under your nose and now I'm NOT giving them back!

Bulky dress makes for almost impossible manuverability. I mean really mom. You've got to appreciate my situation here. Not only does the added fluff make for immovable joints, but with this slippery 'winter' fabric my duds are made of, I might as well be a front wheel drive car with summer tires on. I'm steering...but I'm not getting anywhere!

 YOU might think it's a good idea to go out and get some 'fresh air'. But us little guys? We're not so up for the challenge. Ok, you might have twisted my arm a bit by letting me ride on the sled.

 I'm not going to show it....but I'm having fun.....Keep pulling! And don't slow down. Oh wait....my sister wants to go to the park? Yeah, mom, I don't think so. What am I supposed to do there?!?!?!? I CAN'T MOVE!

Yes, MOM. I am going to sit here and cry. This is not fun anymore!!!! Please take me home.

 Ok, I like this too. Swings are fun. And you don't have to worry about your inability to escape if zombies are attacking. Or big sisters come and try giving you a monster hug, but really end up just pushing you over in the snow and I can't move so I can't get up and run away or even recover with my dignity because I need you to come and save me from this face full of snow that is now melting all over my face....and  *sniffle sniffle*. Just keep pushing me on the swing please! I'll knock all attackers over with my inflated feet!

 Yes. I'm ready to go home. NOW PLEASE! Take me somewhere where this torture suit won't torture me any longer! Or at lease take me for a spin around in this toboggan. I kind of liked that.