One of my favorite things to do is to whisper, “Hey Brin… guess what?” Anticipating what is coming, she’ll whisper back, “I love you.”
Brin and I are flying the mini-helicopter drone together when it crashes. She drops the remote, the batteries fall out, and over and over she repeats, “The internet is broken!”
When she can’t figure out how to put the batteries back in correctly, she says, “What is going on here?”
Beatles day. Brin and I are both wearing our Beatles shirts and listening to early Beatles songs on shuffle. Then an acoustic Ringo song comes on and Brin defiantly says, “Dis is NOT da Beatles.”
We recently bought Brin a bunch of tiny plastic safari animals. One of her favorites is the “zrebas”.
Brinley opens the door to the basement. In a voice you would use to coax a bunny, she says, “Come on, dat. It’s okay.”
Sometimes Brin will surprise us when we come around a corner, shouting, “Keep-a-boo!”
Brinley made me coffee today.
Brin has recently taken to launching herself between the downstairs couch and the ottoman. Before she springs, she’ll raise her hands above her head and shout, “To in-fi-ti-ty!”
Brin just shoved a head massager on top of my head. With a huge grin on her face, she looked me in the eyes and said, “Happy Birthday!”
Brin is in her jammies. She just put her purse on, went up to Mommy, and said, “Let’s go pop store!” (pet store).