When Brin sees something she doesn’t like, like a toy, she’ll say, “That toy makes me not good.”
Whenever Brin does something she’s not trying to do she’ll say, “Oh, farnit.”
Brin, singing a song she brought home from school:
“This is the way I travel to, travel to, travel to. This is the way I travel to, all day morning.”
It’s nap time and Brin just yelled to me from her bedroom, “Daddy John Warne! Scrub my back!”
This morning we’re talking about how Brin’s Elsa doll fell into the bath last night. She says, “Yeah, Elsa falled in and got wet. She’s dry now. THAT happened.”
At bedtime tonight both Sarah and Brin were lying on my chest, looking in each other’s eyes and singing songs. It was so cute and so sweet that my eyes started to water.
Brin looked up and asked, “Are you eyes broken, Daddy?”
Sarah said, “Daddy is happy and it is making him cry.”
I said, “Sometimes you have so much happiness that it comes out of your eyes.”
Brin and I saw a flock of geese congregated in the field across from our house. With a smile, she shouted, “Hi, grease!”
Tonight as Brin and I are singing songs in bed, she turns to me and says, “Daddy, you sing ‘Old McDonald’s’?”
Brin and Sarah and searching in a look-and-find book. They can’t find one of the objects, and Sarah says, “This is stumping me.” To which Brin replies, “Dis is making you crazy?”
As Brin is running in the kitchen with a bowl of dry cereal, some of it bounces out of the bowl and onto the floor. Brin looks down at the scattered pieces and frustratedly says, “Rrrgh! It got all messed up!”