Asking the real questions, Brinley says, “Is this the real world, or is someone else just dreaming of this?”
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While riding our bikes, Micah wanted to “cheers” our helmets. It was less painful than expected.
As we’re driving close to home we hear a car revving it’s engine. Brin observes, “Somebody is speeding the limit.”
On our way to drop Brin off at school I point out the barely-visible moon in the sky. Brin says, “Oh, it’s just chatting with the sun.”
“Dad, do you remember the horses judging the street?” asks Brin, referencing a few days ago when we saw policemen on horseback directing traffic.
Micah asks to be excused from the table so that he can play with his marble run. “Mahbo run?”
Brin looks at me and says “Micah finds his truth every morning and every evening.”
Brinley just got stung by a wasp. Puzzling through why the wasp did that to her, she surmises that if it happens again “it would be because of revenge, and it would try to fuzz me up.”
Today we went to an aquarium. At one of the fish feeding exhibits a big fish splashed Brinley and mommy, drenching them. Later in the car Brinley speculated that “maybe the fish wanted to show us one of its talents.”
Last night Brinley unwittingly drank from a cup that had some soap in it. Recounting the memory, she describes the taste with extreme displeasure as “peanut butter and goldfish crackers with a tattoo”.
Brinley asks me to play a song from Boss Baby 2 on my phone. As it starts, she gets a huge grin on her face and says, “Isn’t this a catchy tune?”