Brinley, on properly identifying genders: “Are poopies boys or girls?”
Grandma is reading Brinley a book. Brin toots loudly, then with a wry smile, says, “That was just my butt saying hi.”
“Mommy, don’t look over here!” Brinley says, after dumping pasta onto the ground. Sarah of course turns around to find Brin scrambling to pick up the pasta.
“And don’t tell Daddy.” she says.
Sarah asks, “Why not?”
Brinley, assuming a deep Daddy voice, “Because he’ll say, ‘Brinley, why did you do that?'”
Today Brinley made snow angels in the popcorn she dumped on the living room floor. Micah helped as best he could.
I’m getting Brin ready for bed, and at one point I say, “Come here, my pretty girl.” Curious, I then ask, “Brin, what does ‘pretty’ mean?”
Without skipping a beat, Brin replies, “It means good, and helpful.”
Brinley inventing a new joke format: “Mama, have you ever seen a Micah eat a camel with one hundred heads?”
pause for laughter
Brin has one bite of dinner tonight. After much encouragement to take some more bites, Brin lets me know, “My tummy says ‘Stop eating, Brinley! Your tummy is full.’”
Brinley, on the taste of Play-Doh: “That is cistusting.”
Brin tries unsuccessfully to kick a ballon in the direction she wants it to go. “Why do balloons not understand?”
Today Brinley asks Alexa, “Echo, what does summer feel like?”