Let’s all just pretend that the grass is still green and that outside time is still a thing without searching for that missing mitten or extra layer. Okay, maybe it’s not that chilly outside yet, but it doesn’t mean this bare-chested little bebe {which, for the record, will forever be pronounced in my head a la Miora Rose. Don’t know that reference? You gotta watch Schitt’s Creek. I know you have the time. Do it. I digress.} isn’t the sweetest little thing you’ve seen today.
