Snowflakes became caught in her hair and eyelashes.
"If I grow up," said Lindsey, who had no intention of doing any such thing. "I want to be like a crazy old hermit lady and live in a tree house. And talk to myself. I think I'll probably chase imaginary hoodlums off my land with a shot gun, like, Dagnabbit! Get off my lawn!" Lindsey did her best to make a crazed, elderly voice.
"Well, all of that is mostly optional with the exception of the tree house. It can be all crazy like in Swiss Family Robinson with the ladders and the ropes and stuff."