Daddy: Shiloh, can you please clean up your toys?
Shiloh: (Shaking her head) That man in crazy!
(As the snow outside has partly melted away.)
Shiloh: Oh no! The birds came and ate all the snow!
Shiloh: Hey! Birds! Don’t eat my snowman!
Shiloh: Mommy? Do you feel sick?
Mommy: Yes, the baby is making Mommy sick.
Shiloh: I am just sick about how you feel sick.
Shiloh: Hey Daddy, I am going to go shoot a deer.
Daddy: Oh yea?
Shiloh: Yea, and then after I shoot the deer, I am going to go ice-skating.
Shiloh: When I get bigger, I am going to be walking down the street and see a boy, and he is going to ask to be my husband, …and then I can get a puppy!