Brin has been stirring some pancake batter. After a while she sighs and says, “I’m tired. My power is running out.”
Brinley is somehow convinced that bees come from seeds. She calls them “bee seeds”.
I was previewing a space video game on the Apple TV when Brin informed me “This game is not cool, babe.”
Apropo of nothing, Brin looks up at me shortly after waking up and says, “Dad, your hair is long.”
I ask if that’s a good or bad thing.
“Bad! It looks bad.”
Brinley, on bathroom etiquette:
“You need to leave me alone when I’m privacy-ing .”
Brin starts putting some random coffee beans into a bowl for me “because you like this kind of stuff.”
Brin is holding her shimmering unicorn toy. With a wistful look on her face, she tells me, “I was dreaming of a dream.”
Brin and I come home from picking up Chipotle. Wondering where Micah is, Brin asks, “Where’s my dude?”
I hear Brin sneeze in the other room. When I walk in, she smiles at me and says, “I had a bless you.”
Brin tells me about the girl at the library last week who gave her a drawing. “She gave it to me!”
“Oh, yeah! That’s right, Brin. What was her name, again?”
“Screech.”