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.”
Brin asks me to explain the rules of poker to her after she finds my box of poker chips. When I get to the part about whoever has the best hand wins, she waves her actual hand and matter-of-factly says, “I have the best hand. Look.”
Brinley has eaten a whopping seven pancakes this morning. Pleased as punch, she declares, “I’m the ninety-eight-est girl!”
“Daddy, what’s a bandit’s phone number?”
“I don’t know any bandits’ phone numbers.”
Brinley sighs.
“Daddy, just ask Siri.”
Sarah asks, “Brinley, would you like this art easel in your bedroom?”
“Yes, I would be delighted.” says 4-year-old Brinley.
Brinley brings a tiny package of pretzels for Mommy as they’re playing a role-reversal game, and Mommy needs a bedtime snack.
Mommy asks Brinley, “Is there anything healthy in there?”
Brinley replies matter-of-factly after a beat, “It’s a beef.”
“Hey Brin, how ya doing this morning?”
“Better than a fish on the road.”
“Mommy!”
Breathlessly Brinley run into our room in the morning to wake us up.
“My back has bones!”
Micah is trying to figure out how to activate the old camera that Mommy gave Brinley. Handing it to me, he steps back slightly to look at it, furrowing his brow and slowly tapping his lips while saying “Hmm…” as I turn it on.