Brin keeps making towers out of LEGOs. The higher they get, the more unstable they become. A particularly high tower falls, which a frustrated Brinley berates, “You are just a darnit tower.”
Micah tears down one of the vertical blinds in the living room. When Sarah sees it she sighs in exasperation, and Brinley says, “See? I told you he was a bad baby.”
Brin measures herself against the wall, then excitedly tells me, “I’m grown-er!”
I asked Brin to water my begonias. She got water, came back, and said, “Here’s the water for your pooptonias!”
We pass by a McDonald’s that Brinley has never seen, and she says, “Wow, there are a lot of copies of McDonald’s.”
Brin on cyclonic activity, “I saw a white tomato in the sky!”
Brin on the dangers of watching too much TV, “If you watch too much TV, your tummy will get jelly and grumbous.“
Brin, speaking of our cats’ need for sleep, “Macky Boy needs to take a nap or he’ll get a kitty-ache.”
Today Brinley defrosted the fridge, broke the garden hose, and ripped the pocket off Sarah’s jeans. Just a normal day of destruction.
Brinley: “Is my breath fresh? Like really fresh? Like tomatoes and syrup!?!”