After lunch at church on Sunday, I went searching for Brynna to tell her it was almost time to go. After wandering around for a few minutes, I finally found her sitting on the steps in the back hallway with a boy.
Boy: It's not what you think!
Me: I don't think anything. Brynna, we're going in five.
Boy: Well, you think something, you have a brain.
Later that afternoon, as I was retelling this story to my mom:
Brynna: He said that to his dad, too.
Me: He did?
Brynna: Actually, he said that to every adult that walked by.
*So, how much trouble do you think I'm in, here? Nine. They are nine.
In the car, during morning car line at Brynna's school:
Maren: There's the boy from church.
Me: Oh, yeah. That's Sam (name changed to protect the innocent).
Maren: Yeah, Saa-aaam. I like him.
Me: Me too. He's sweet.
Maren: Yeah, and he's a big ole cutie-pie.
After finding out that I had a date:
Brynna: It's not that I mind, I just don't want to think about it.
Me: Okay. Well, you don't have to. It's just a date.
Brynna: I guess I think you should have snuck it up on me, like Daddy did.
Me: What do you mean, snuck it up on you?
Brynna: Well, you know, he borrowed her car and left her stuff around the house, so it wasn't a big surprise when he finally told us.
Me: Okay, well, in the future, I'll keep it a secret, but be really terrible at it.
Brynna: That's all I ask.