With all the powdery snow we got today, the purples and pinks of the sunset remind us of the movie Frozen. Running around in the snow, Brinley shouts, “Anna! Elsa! It’s me, Brinley!”
It’s pumpkin carving night! Brin selects a stencil of an owl for me to carve into the pumpkin. Wanting to make sure of my abilities, Brinley asks, “Are you a good owler?”
At one point today I got frustrated when Brin kept unrolling the ball of yarn I was rolling up for her. She responded to my exasperated sigh in a monotone robot voice: “Beep, bop, borp. I’m sorry.”
In the car today I’m telling Kristina about a recent trip to the grocery store with Brin. Ears perking up and wanting to be part of the conversation, Brin asks, “What happened when something happened?”
Brin and Mac are snuggling with us in bed in the morning. As Brin slowly pets Mac, she says, “Macky Boy understands my attitude.”
Brinley, on household pests:
“Mom, there is simply a fly in the house.”
As Brin and I are driving back from the grocery store, she realizes she’s left behind a pad of post-it notes at the store. Dismayed, she started to have a made-up conversation between her and Mommy.
“Mommy, I left the papers at the store.”
An exaggerated gasp from “Mommy”.
“Brin! That’s not very exciting.”
Brin and I are playing with blocks. She hands me a stuffed animal and says, “Can you build a block house for this big fella?”
Brin, looking out the windshield on a rainy drive: “That’s a lot of… rizzle, my drizzle.”
Brinley, after watching a cartoon character on TV sneeze: “Dad! He bless-you’d.”