Mom: When you turn 3, what kind of party do you want to have?
Annika: Um, a cake party!
"Mommy, you're twenty and Daddy is sixteen"
"I'm hopping! And when I hop, I eat bananas!"
"I don't want to play Prince Annika any more"
"Don't be scared, Mommy. I'm right here with you and I will save you"