Micah, on being rich: “I got lots of coins in my pinkybink.”
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.”
We’re having dinner. Mommy asks Micah if he’d like another bit of food. He says, “I not hungry. My tummy have zero space.”
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.”
Yesterday I tell Micah about the time when he was a baby that I was changing his diaper and he peed on the wall before I could get the new diaper on.
Today he looks up at me with merry eyes, telling me, “Daddy, when Micah was baby I pee all over town!”
Brinley, out of nowhere: “Daddy, truth or dare.”
Daddy: “…truth.”
Brinley: “WRONG!”
This one made me a bit proud today. Brin and I were listening to the Owl City song “It’s Always a Good Time” in the car.
6-year-old Brinley looks up and says, “But dad, it’s not always a good time. There are some tough moments, too.”
Brinley tries to open a bottle of medicine with a child-proof top. Unable to open it, she lifts an eyebrow and asks me, “How does it know it’s a kid trying to open it?”
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!”