Micah is frustrated and crying when Brinley won’t share a toy with him. When Grandpa suggests that they play air hockey together instead, Micah says, “I don’t want to play air hockey! I will kick it in the face.”
It’s February, and out of the blue Brinley gasps and says, “What if Santa is Jesus?!”
Micah takes off his shirt before putting on his jammies.
“Do you see my nippies, Dad? They look like pop-its. You can pop ‘em.”
We’re driving on our way to a stock show and rodeo. “Rodeos are great, I think!” Brinley says excitedly. “It’s kind of like jury duty.”
Micah takes a big bite of bubbles in his bubble bath. After a solid 15 seconds of then staring at the wall he says, “My mouth is confused.”
Brin is talking about going to the doctor but struggles to find the right word. “I’m excited to go to the… health dentist.”
Micah and I are talking about the differences between the toys that he likes and the toys that Brinley likes. “Brinley likes cute,” he says. “And I like awesome.”
Micah is sick with the flu. We’re talking about him getting better because all of the medicine he’s had to take, and I tell him, “You’re gonna kick this virus’s butt!”
He looks confused and asks, “Tomorrow I have a fire in my butt?”
Micah turns four tomorrow. Before bed he turns to Sarah and asks, “When I turn four, I still be a kid?”
Sarah to the kids on Christmas morning, “No more cotton candy until you have your cinnamon rolls!”