“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.”
Brinley on Christmas Eve: “Let’s get ready for Santa. It’s Christmas, yo!”
Brin and Micah are playing in the bath. He pretends to bite Brin’s toes, then Brin suggests he bite his own toes. When she asks how it feels, he says, “It feels… happy!”
Brinley asks, “Micah, would you like to take a train ride?” Without missing a beat, Micah replies, “No, Micah take chocolate milk ride.”
Brinley on the day’s endless possibilities: “I have so much plans planned for today!”
Brinley: “Look at this room! I’m organizing!!!”
Mommy: “That looks great!”
Brinley: “What does organizing mean?”
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.”