“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!”
“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.”
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.