We walk past a park where there are a bunch of rocket launches. The kids are entranced. As we leave, Micah tells Brin, “I’m going to make a rocket of you and me hugging each other and launch it.”
Brin gazes out her car window and says in a wistful voice, “Air is the most thing.”
Trying to explain life and death to the kids and Brin asked if we could just get our cat Mac stuffed because he’s softer than her stuffed animals and it might be cheaper than “burning him up into ashes”. 😬
The kids are both shooting some hoops in the driveway. Brin’s taking up space in the lane, so four-year-old Micah tells her, “I need to get a shot here, bro.”
At 7:45 am Brinley laments being so hungry. “I haven’t had breakfast all day!”
It’s February, and out of the blue Brinley gasps and says, “What if Santa is Jesus?!”
We’re driving on our way to a stock show and rodeo. “Rodeos are great, I think!” Brinley says excitedly. “It’s kind of like jury duty.”
Brin is talking about going to the doctor but struggles to find the right word. “I’m excited to go to the… health dentist.”
Sarah to the kids on Christmas morning, “No more cotton candy until you have your cinnamon rolls!”
We’re watching Home Alone for the first time. Brin is just aghast at the audacity of the villains doing their various crimes. She says, “ You know what I would do? I would sit on their faces… and toot on them!”