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!”
Brin to a rock she found in the dirt garden: “Your time here is done, rock. You had your chance, but you wasted your time here.”
This morning Micah is in the mood for some “pankpans”. With syrup.
Daddy: “Our house was built the year before I was born.”
Brinley: “So that’s why it looks so crusty and old.”
Thanks, Brin.
I open a package of sunglasses from Amazon and slip a pair onto my face. 3-year-old Micah takes a look and says, “Whoa, cool sunglasses dude!”
The kids and I take a walk around a pond where there are a lot of geese milling about. Brinley tries desperately to get them to eat grass for a while, to predictable results.
After some time, I offer to let the kids give the geese some broken up pretzel pieces. They delightedly start distributing the pretzel pieces to the geese. Micah, always the feeler, tells the geese, “Fanks for your patience!”
Brinley lost her first tooth an hour ago. Excited, she’s trying to talk through the ramifications with Micah.
“Micah, do you know what’s coming for me tonight?”
“Da toof fayee?”
“It starts with the letter M.”
“M… for Micah!”
“Nope, money!”
“See you again, crocodile,” says Micah.
He hasn’t quite gotten the hang of that saying yet.
“Teenagers that don’t babysit are no fun.” says Brinley. “They have no idea what they’re headed for.”