When you tell your daughter, “I love you so much” she might just reply with, “Daddy, I love you a little too much.”
Brin is swinging on the patio. Kristina asks if she can swing Brin, to which Brin emphatically replies, “No!”.
I chide Brin to be nice, so she puts on a nice smile and very sweetly says, “No :)”
There’s a pretty big storm outside. All of a sudden Brin starts going “caw ca-CAW!” like a crow. I ask what she’s doing, and she says, “I’m making the storm go away with my loud sounds.”
I’m looking over Brin’s shoulder as she draws in a little notepad when she informs me, “Dad, you have to leave me alone when I’m art-ing.”
Brin has been stirring some pancake batter. After a while she sighs and says, “I’m tired. My power is running out.”
Brinley is somehow convinced that bees come from seeds. She calls them “bee seeds”.
I was previewing a space video game on the Apple TV when Brin informed me “This game is not cool, babe.”
Apropo of nothing, Brin looks up at me shortly after waking up and says, “Dad, your hair is long.”
I ask if that’s a good or bad thing.
“Bad! It looks bad.”
Brinley, on bathroom etiquette:
“You need to leave me alone when I’m privacy-ing .”
Brin starts putting some random coffee beans into a bowl for me “because you like this kind of stuff.”