Brinley: “How many years have I been alive?”
Daddy: “Five and a half.”
Brinley, completely shocked: “But that’s how old I am!”
The kids are squabbling over some toys.
“Hey!” Sarah says to Brin. “He shared his skulls with you. You can share your rats with him.”
Brinley is talking about her new group of friends at school.
“We need a name for our team. Hmm…”
She thinks for a second.
“We’ll be the Power Bolts, and we’ll fight bad guys together. We need to find a good day for that. I think Tuesday.”
The insoles on Brinley’s shoes keep bugging her while we’re walking. Finally fed up, she says, “These things keep bunching up without asking!”
Asking the real questions, Brinley says, “Is this the real world, or is someone else just dreaming of this?”
🤯
As we’re driving close to home we hear a car revving it’s engine. Brin observes, “Somebody is speeding the limit.”
On our way to drop Brin off at school I point out the barely-visible moon in the sky. Brin says, “Oh, it’s just chatting with the sun.”
“Dad, do you remember the horses judging the street?” asks Brin, referencing a few days ago when we saw policemen on horseback directing traffic.
Micah asks to be excused from the table so that he can play with his marble run. “Mahbo run?”
Brin looks at me and says “Micah finds his truth every morning and every evening.”
Brinley just got stung by a wasp. Puzzling through why the wasp did that to her, she surmises that if it happens again “it would be because of revenge, and it would try to fuzz me up.”