Brinley has lots of snarls in her hair tonight as we’re brushing her hair. Finally fed up of dealing with the painful brushing, she says, “You gotta stop it, man!”
Brin is hungry before bed and fields our suggestions for a quick snack.
“No,” she says to each idea until Sarah says, “How about some cereal?”
She grins slightly, then says, “Yes, that will do.”
“Guys!” Brinley tries to interject while Sarah and I are talking about being able to curl our tongues. “Guys!”
We go on talking, because sometimes grownups just need to have a conversation.
“Guys! Stop squabbling.”
Brinley often has a little mug of hot cocoa in the morning which she calls her “coffee”. When asked if she’d like some this morning, she informed us that she’s “off the coffee”.
“Guys!” shouts Brinley, running down the stairs. “I just did my first grownup thing! I caught a bug, and I put it in the toilet.”
Brinley loves looking at an astronomy app on her iPad. She calls it “stargazing”.
She sees some shooting stars in one portion of the sky, and she excitedly says, “Dad! I have to make a wish.”
She closes her eyes, and I can hear her whisper sweetly, “I wish I were a wonderful kid.”
Wishes do come true.
Brin tells a knock-knock joke.
“Knock knock!”
“Who’s there?”
“Peter Parson.”
“Peter Parson who?”
“Orange.”
“Mom!” Brinley says. “Last night I dreamt I was a gum ball and I tried really hard and then I got the hang of it.”
“I always have ideas that are better than carrots.”
“Dad, I ate too much banana.” Brinley groans. “I have a banana-ache.”