Brin asks what the word “suspend” means when we read it in a book.
“Maybe I’ll get suspended from school for being too kind.” she says.
“Well, Brin,” I say, “being suspended from school is not a good thing.”
“But it could be,” she counters.
“How?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” she says, “Sometimes I just have to talk.”
Brin asks about my recent trip to Cleveland, “Dad, where did you go again? The Hall and Roll and Rock of Fame?”
Brin is having trouble with her slinky on the staircase.
“Slinkies are broken these days!” she declares.
Brin looks out the window on a drive and notices some weird store names. She says, “Wow, people just names stores whatever they want. I’m going to make a store called ‘Fergen Ferg’ or ‘The Pee Place’.”
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.”