In speaking about the coronavirus, Brin called it “perilous”. Whose kid is this?!
Brin: “My mouth is a good mouther.”
“Dad!” Brinley yells as she runs full-tilt into the room I’m in. “We’ve got a big, no-good problem.”
She stares hard at me, pausing for dramatic effect to let the news sink in.
“We’re out of cookie cereal.”
Sarah and I are leaving to run an errand while the kids are with a babysitter. As we’re pulling away, Brin yells, “See you soon, you two!”
Brin is trying to move a small shelf in an attempt to rearrange her room. When it too proves too much of a challenge, she says in exasperation, “This shelf is rubbish!”
Brinley leans in to give me a kiss and ends up sneezing open-mouthed on the bridge of my nose.
“That was a achoo-kiss!“
Micah, Brin, and I are out on an evening drive when Brin notices that we’ve started to turn toward home.
“Aww…” she laments. “I didn’t want to go home yet.”
“Tell ya what,” I concede. “How about we take the long way home instead?”
“But dad! I want to take the fast way farther.”
Regan comes up from the basement. Congratulating her, Brinley says, “Good job going to the bathroom.” Then with a thumbs up and a grin, “Great!”
Micah and I have a morning routine making my coffee. I get all the water and beans ready, then he pushes the button that begins the brewing process, starting with the loud bean grinder.
When it starts with a jolt, he gets a wide grin on his face as he turns toward me and starts humming, his pitch rising to match the pitch of the whirling bean grinder. The biggest, most satisfied smile comes as the grinding sound stops.
I’m mowing the lawn out back when I see Brin start gesticulating at me to stop. I turn the mower off and ask her what’s up.
Pointing to the ground, she explains, “Daddy, you almost mowed those kind ants.”