Today is April Fools Day. Brin has been excitedly thinking up pranks to pull, giggling after every one, including the old water cup perched on an open door.
Micah gamely tries to get into the fun by running up to his potty chair, pointing at it, and saying, “Haha! April Fools!”
Brin to a rock she found in the dirt garden: “Your time here is done, rock. You had your chance, but you wasted your time here.”
Daddy: “Our house was built the year before I was born.”
Brinley: “So that’s why it looks so crusty and old.”
Thanks, Brin.
The kids and I take a walk around a pond where there are a lot of geese milling about. Brinley tries desperately to get them to eat grass for a while, to predictable results.
After some time, I offer to let the kids give the geese some broken up pretzel pieces. They delightedly start distributing the pretzel pieces to the geese. Micah, always the feeler, tells the geese, “Fanks for your patience!”
Brinley lost her first tooth an hour ago. Excited, she’s trying to talk through the ramifications with Micah.
“Micah, do you know what’s coming for me tonight?”
“Da toof fayee?”
“It starts with the letter M.”
“M… for Micah!”
“Nope, money!”
“Teenagers that don’t babysit are no fun.” says Brinley. “They have no idea what they’re headed for.”
Brinley on putting up some solid numbers:
“If you go two or three times in one day, then you’re the star champion of poop.”
After beating Daddy at checkers, Brinley smugly says, “I’m the wisest of the wisers.”
“You’re going to be very uncomfortable,” Brin alerts me while we’re wrestling. She takes a flying leap.
A groan escapes me as her knees plunge into my stomach, her face a picture of triumph as she yells, “Told ya!”
It’s Christmas Eve. Thinking about Santa watching you be naughty or nice, Brin exits the bath and says, “Santa can see everything… even our butts. But that’s ok. Even God can see all of our butts.”