After beating Daddy at checkers, Brinley smugly says, “I’m the wisest of the wisers.”
“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!”
Micah lifts his forkful of Mac and Cheese up to his nose, takes three brisk sniffs, says, “Ah, deewicious!” and shovels the whole thing into his mouth.
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!”
Micah: “I need a straw.”
Sarah: Gets him a straw.
Micah: Proceeds to drink his remaining maple syrup from breakfast.
I compliment Sarah’s hair after she gets a haircut. Micah looks up at me and says, “Like you brave haircut, Daddy.”
Micah is sitting on a ledge.
Sarah: Buddy, you need to get down.
Micah: Tweet tweet.
Me: What?
Micah: I’m a bird.
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.”