Before bed Brinley opines, “I think every time before you fart you should warn people. So they can say, ‘Umm… I’m going to move to a different state now.'”
It’s Labor Day. Brinley wakes me up and breathlessly tells me, “White stuffed animals honor Labor Day!”
Brinley is looking around the room for supplies for her latest project.
“Does anyone have a fart bag?”
Looks around.
“Ooh! Found one!”
Proceeds to pick up a bag and fart into it.
After school Brinley is talking about how there might be a thief in her classroom as things keep going missing.
“If they catch the thief there’s gonna be a big punishment,” she considers.
“Yeah,” says Micah, “Maybe a pie to the face.”
Brin and I wonder if the summer construction at her school is complete, so we decide to drive past and take a look.
“If it’s not done,” she says cheerily, “I’m going to be pissed out.”
“I just love the Fourth of July!” says Brinley, walking out of the fireworks tent, laden with bags of little fireworks.
“You sure do, Goose.”
“On the Fourth of July you’ll see what happens to me,” she adds with a smirk. “I sure love it.”
Sarah to Brinley: “What do you want to see at Costco?”
Brinley: “The meat bakery!”
She meant “deli”.
“Have fun at the playground!” I say to Brin as they’re heading out the door while I stay home to work.
Attempting to reciprocate, she says, “Ok! And you have fun with Mac here. And maybe Regan’s soul if it’s still here.”
Brin after eating a thing-ful of PEZ: “I think if there were PEZ trees that would be more pleasant.”
Brin sees a bunny in our yard as we pull into the driveway.
“Pause the car!” she yells.