As Brin and I are driving back from the grocery store, she realizes she’s left behind a pad of post-it notes at the store. Dismayed, she started to have a made-up conversation between her and Mommy.
“Mommy, I left the papers at the store.”
An exaggerated gasp from “Mommy”.
“Brin! That’s not very exciting.”
Brin and I are playing with blocks. She hands me a stuffed animal and says, “Can you build a block house for this big fella?”
Brin, looking out the windshield on a rainy drive: “That’s a lot of… rizzle, my drizzle.”
Brinley, after watching a cartoon character on TV sneeze: “Dad! He bless-you’d.”
We were listening to a phonics song in the car today. At one point Brin says with some injured dignity, “Dad! B isn’t for banana. It’s for Brinley. Buh buh Brinley.”
As Brin sees me pop a piece of gum in my mouth, she says, “Hey! I just had a piece of bug-a-bum, too!”
Throughout our hike today I asked Brinley a number of times if she has to go potty since there’s a long ride home. Finally she got fed up and said, “No, I don’t have to go. I said it a hundred times!
Brin knocks on my door while I’m working.
“You forgot this” she says helpfully, while handing me a coupon for plumbing services she just found in the mail.
Brin is learning letters with the help of songs. This morning she busts out with “C is for tree! A-A-tree-ee!”
Brin discovers what a scrubbing brush is while at the kitchen sink. After spending some time scrubbing the sink with it she declares, “Brinleys can always wash with this.”