We drive past an empty lot where prairie dogs have taken over. Brinley exclaims, “Ooh! …ground… hogs. Wait, what are they called?”
“Prairie dogs.”
“Prairie dogs are the worst word because people can always forget the name.”
Brinley: They should separate pee and poop.
Me: Um… what?
Brinley: Pee and poop sound too similar. They should call pee… pellevity.
Brinley, terrified of bees, comes across a dead bee on the sidewalk.
“Argh! A bee!”
“Don’t worry,” says Sarah, “It’s already dead.”
“Well, step on it and make it more dead.”
Tonight I shave while the kids are in the bath. Brin has fun likening me to Santa but then hits me with, “You don’t look jolly to me; you’re shaving off all of your love. Your beard.”
Brin awkwardly gets in the bath tonight and makes a bit of a splash. To calm any fears I might have she says, “Don’t be alert, I tried to do that.”
Brinley: “Can I have a piece of toast?”
Sarah: “Sure.”
Brinley: “Scraped.”
Sarah: “Sure.”
Brinley: “With nothing on it.”
Sarah: “Okay.”
Brinley: “Plain.”
Sarah: “So you want a piece of bread.”
Brinley: “Yes! That’s it!”
Brin wonders aloud who created the nice lines in the front yard.
“Who… lawned the… mow?”
Brinley: I wonder how big God is.”
Micah: “He is two hours and a couple of growing up.”
Brinley has a talk with Micah about heaven and how she can’t wait to see him hug God. The way she chose to start the conversation? “Micah, I’m excited to see you die.”
Brinley: “My friend Ammie picks her nose for a midnight snack.”
Micah: “Like me!”