“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.”
Sarah to Brinley: “What do you want to see at Costco?”
Brinley: “The meat bakery!”
She meant “deli”.
“Have fun at the playground!” I say to Brin as they’re heading out the door while I stay home to work.
Attempting to reciprocate, she says, “Ok! And you have fun with Mac here. And maybe Regan’s soul if it’s still here.”
Brin after eating a thing-ful of PEZ: “I think if there were PEZ trees that would be more pleasant.”
Brin sees a bunny in our yard as we pull into the driveway.
“Pause the car!” she yells.
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!”