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!”
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!”