Brinley: I wonder how big God is.”
Micah: “He is two hours and a couple of growing up.”
Brinley has a talk with Micah about heaven and how she can’t wait to see him hug God. The way she chose to start the conversation? “Micah, I’m excited to see you die.”
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.”