Conversations with Brinley

Conversations with Brinley

Yesterday Brinley came into my room as I was getting dressed.  It’s funny how kids have no sense of privacy or the need to knock.  Not that I mind, really, and not that she hasn’t seen it all before.  But I digress…

Anyway, I was standing there in my towel drying off from my shower.  I dropped the towel, was standing there naked and about to pull on some clothes.  She looked up at me and made a strange face.  Then she said to me:

“Mom, how come you still have boobies if you don’t breast feed Nora anymore?”

I took all I had in me not to burst out laughing at her.  But I didn’t want to feel ashamed or embarrassed or like she shouldn’t ask me those types of questions.  I love how inquisitive she is but sometimes a child’s innocence is sheer hilarity.  I held in my laughter and attempted to explain to her that once you have boobies, they never go away (for the most part) even after you finish breast feeding a baby.  She seemed satisfied with that answer, thank God, and just said, “Ok, mom” and scampered out of the room.

What’s your name and how old are you?

On Friday I took the girls to the library for a bit.  Brinley loves books and really enjoys going to the library to pick out new ones to borrow.  Nora, on the other hand, just wants to take all of the books off the shelves and make a mess.  Thankfully they have some toys there too to keep her occupied.

Anyway, as I was browsing the shelves for some books that might interest Brinley, I noticed her walking over to a little girl that was looking for some books of her own.  Brinley went right up to her and said:  “Hi!  My name is Brinley and I’m three and a half.  What’s your name and how old are you?”  This has become her new phrase of choice when we go anywhere and she sees/meets someone new.  She asks the check out girl/guy at whatever store we’re in, she asked the sales ladies at the furniture stores this weekend, she asks anyone she meets at a park, and even when we’re just passing by someone she doesn’t know she’ll try to ask them.  It’s cute but of course not everyone, especially older women, wants to share how old they are.  Brinley doesn’t understand this and the other day a woman said, “Well, how old do you think I am?”  Brinley just looked at her very confused and said, “I don’t know, that’s why I asked you.”  Luckily the lady thought she was cute and we both just laughed.  The lady managed to get away without giving away her age.  My guess is that she was in her late 50s.

Anyway, back to my original story about the library.  So Brinley asks the little girl and the girl says, “My name is Zoe and I’m four and a half.”  Then they have the most adorable conversation ever!

Brinley:  That’s a nice name.

Zoe:  Thanks.

B:   What’s your mom and dad’s names?

Z:  Heather and Aaron.

B:  Which one is the boy?

Z:  Aaron

B:  What street do you live on?  I live on Rocky Road*.  Do you live in Anytown*, too?  What state do you live in?

Z:  I live on Lovely Lane* in Anytown*.  I live in Missachewits.

B:  What planet do you live on?

Z:  Earth.

B: ::in an extremely excited voice:: ME TOO!!

This entire time I’m standing behind one of the book shelves listening to the whole conversation.  Then Brinley runs over to me and says, “Mom, this is Zoe and she lives on Earth too!!  Can she come over to play sometime?”

*Street and town names have been changed to protect our privacy. :-)

Conversations with Brinley

Yesterday Brinley asked me a question that I had a really hard time answering.  It’s not that I couldn’t think of an answer, it’s that the answers that I gave her were not satisfying her. I’m not sure where kids come up with these things.

She asked me, in the sweetest way, “Mommy, when you were a little girl, where was I?”

At first I didn’t think much of it, and I just said, “You weren’t born yet.”

Well apparently that was not good enough.  She asked, “Well where was I?  Was I in your bellly?”

I said no and that she just wasn’t born yet, not even though of yet, when I was a little girl.  But still, she wasn’t happy with that answer.  She continued to ask where she was and then began rattling off some ideas of her own…

“Was I in daddy’s belly?  How about Mimi’s?  Or maybe I was still in the hospital?  Was I your mommy when you were a little girl?”

No matter what I said to her, I couldn’t satisfy her curiosity.  I guess the only real way to answer it would be to explain the birds and the bees to her and I am totally NOT ready for that!

The new baby.

In the car today Brinley asked me, “Mom, when Nora is grown up what will we name the new baby?”

At first I was very confused and I said, “Huh?”  She said, “You know, when Nora grows up and we get a new baby, what will we name it?  Will it be a boy or a girl?  I want a boy this time.”

Then I got it.  And I started laughing.  And then she was confused.  “What’s so funny, mom?”, she asked me.

Apparently she thinks that when a child grows up (or becomes roughly two and a half) then it’s time to bring another baby into the family.  So naturally when Nora grows up (turns 2.5) we’ll “get” a new baby.  Right?  Wrong!

I was at a complete loss as to how to explain any of this to Brinley so I simply said, “Well we’ll see what happens when Nora grows up.  Maybe we’ll get a new baby but maybe we won’t.”  That seemed to satisfy her for the time being.  Hopefully I won’t have to get into the birds and the bees talk any time soon!  Yikes.

Conversatoins with Brinley

Brinley:  Mom, can I have dessert?

Me: After you eat all of your dinner.

Brinley: But I’m full!

Me: If you’re full then you won’t be able to eat dessert.

Brinley: No, mom. I’m full of pasta and meatballs, but I still have room in my belly for ice cream.

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