Daddy: Does God talk to you?
Shiloh: Yea, he does. I flew up to the mountain with him.
Daddy: Really? And What did God say?
Shiloh: He said, “Wow, that’s cool.”
Shiloh: Mom, LOOK! Its the twinkle little star!
Shiloh: I need to fly to it, and sing to it.
Shiloh: “Twinkle twinkle little star…”
Shiloh: Good morning Mommy. I want some cereal.
Mommy: Okay sweetie. Give me one minute.
Shiloh: I want Honey Bunches of Boats.
(after going #2 in the bathroom at her grandparents’ house)
Shiloh: Mommy! I’m done!
Mommy: Great, you can wipe yourself.
Shiloh: Daddy! I’m done!
Daddy: Shiloh, you can do it yourself.
Shiloh: Grandpa, I’m done!
Mommy: Shiloh! Grandpa isn’t going to wipe you, you can do it yourself.
(quiet for a long time)
Shiloh: RooRoo? Come here RooRoo!
(she found the weak link)
A friend: Shiloh, did you have a good day?
Shiloh: Yea…. I had a LONG day… (sighing)
Friend: Really? What did you do?
Shiloh: I danced. (sighing) And played. (sighing) It was a LONG day.