"Is today tomorrow?"
"Did God make the hot?"
"I have wished that I could climb on a cloud every day"
Annika: I had a bad dream.
Me: What was it about?
Annika: It was about bad dreams.
When she was still 1 we were watching a rainstorm she said, "So many rain, Mommy!"
When I gave her a kiss she said, "Mmmm, delicious!"