Brin is picking books for reading before night-night. After a lengthy search, she gets a big smile on her face, grabs one, and exclaims, “Dat’s what I’m talking ’bout!”
While playing hide-and-seek underneath a blanket, Brin calls out, “Where are me?”
Sarah is reading a book to Brin. After squirming for a bit, Sarah moves Brin into a position to get her more comfortable.
Sarah says, “How’s that, Brin?” To which Brin replies, “It’s not grrrriffic.”
It’s our normal drawn-out nighttime routine. Brin is in and out of her room, the light flicking on and off.
“Brin, close the door and get back in bed.”
“I don’t wanna.”
“Brin. Door closed and in bed… now.”
“NO! Listen to me, guys!”
We’re visiting some friends who have a hamster. Brin and I peer into the cage, but it appears empty. Brin says, “The Brinley Pig is gone!”
Brin is hiding some plastic eggs all over the living room. When she finishes, she says, “Let’s find some Easters, dad!”
Brinkley woke up with a cold this morning. After some coughing she said,”I have some hurt.”
We’re playing with Brin’s play food tonight. Brin hands me a hotdog and says, “Here’s your Hidalgo.”
We’re playing songs on the Echo outside, and Brin requested “Lub is Indoor” from Frozen (Love is an Open Door).
Today as Brin and I were leaving the Museum of Nature and Science, I asked her, “Hey Brin, do you see our car?” She looked around for a bit, recognized our car, ran to it, gave it a great big hug on the headlight, and said, “I love you, car.”