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!”
Brinley throws a piece of clothing, and it winds up under her bed.
“Oh no! Not the stinky place!” she says, “I fart under there every day.”
Brinley is reading signs on the highway. “Daddy,” she asks, “What is Best B-U-Y”?
“Oh, they sell electronics. Like computers, TVs, washing machines… that kind of thing.”
“Toys?” she asks hopefully.
“No, not toys.”
“Well,” she huffs, “It’s not really BEST Buy, then.”
Brinley, out of nowhere: “Daddy, truth or dare.”
Daddy: “…truth.”
Brinley: “WRONG!”
This one made me a bit proud today. Brin and I were listening to the Owl City song “It’s Always a Good Time” in the car.
6-year-old Brinley looks up and says, “But dad, it’s not always a good time. There are some tough moments, too.”
Brinley tries to open a bottle of medicine with a child-proof top. Unable to open it, she lifts an eyebrow and asks me, “How does it know it’s a kid trying to open it?”