“Dad! I’m gonna headbutt you.”
“Um, tell me. What’s a headbutt?”
“It’s when you head someone. In their butt!”
“Hey dad, can I tell you when you’re gonna die?”
Brin is always making up names for us. This morning I am “Draven” and she is “Barnagus”.
“Dad,” Brinley asks, “What does never mind mean?”
I explain to her what it means.
A few minutes later she asks again, “Dad, what does never mind mean? My head deleted my memories.”
Brinley flags me down.
“Dad! Numbers changed. They’re doing onety-one and tenty-ten now!”
As an annual Christmas tradition we always walk down by the river in Golden, looking at all the Christmas lights they’ve put up. This year Micah is old enough to walk well, so we go at his pace. As he marvels at this or that set of lights every 20 yards, his eyes go wide and he slowly says, “Whooooaaaaa…”
“Hey, Brin, what size shoe do you think you wear?”
“Um… princess?“
We pass a 1st Bank building while driving. Brin asks what the letters on it say, so I spell it out and tell her what words the letters make. To which she replies, “Wait, that’s the first bank there was?”
Brinley pulls out the bathroom scale.
“I need to see what heightness I’m at.”
In the middle of the night we find that Brinley has poured herself a bowl of Cheerios and is eating them in her bed.
“There’s something called eat-sleep,” she says. “You eat the cereal one piece at a time.”