Lauren: What did you share at preschool today?
Ezra: Preschool is a place where kids and teachers and grown-ups and babies can play and open their lunchboxes.


We hereby nominate Ezra to give the Magic Attic commencement address.

As we were checking out at the grocery store, Jude was smiling and laughing at the cashier.
Cashier: He's a flirt! He's going to be a ladykiller.
Ezra: No! He's not a caterpillar!

In our bathroom, by the toilet.
Ezra: What's this?
Me: That's a phone jack, where you could plug in a phone.
Ezra: Then you could call somebody and say, "Hello, I'm on the potty."

Ezra (to me): You know what you need? You need a backpack. And a preschool with teachers and big grown-ups to play with, and beer and sweet potatoes.

On the way to preschool.
Ezra: We going to Magic Attic? That the name of my preschool?
Me: That's right; this is the Magic Attic Express! All aboard! Next stop, Magic Attic. Choo chooooo!
Ezra: Mommy, actually, this is our car.

At Katie's house, Ezra was sleeping on an air mattress on the floor in the room where Lauren and I were sleeping. He woke up, so I got on the air mattress with him. Fifteen minutes later, he heard a baby crying and said, "Jude's crying!"
Me: I think that's Graham crying upstairs.
Ezra: NOOOOO! WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! [kicking and flailing]
Me: Ezra! Ezra, shhh! What's wrong?
Ezra: NOOO MAMA! I want Mommy with me!
Me: Ezra, this *is* Mommy.
Ezra: [stops crying] Oh.
Me: Did you think I was Mama?
Ezra: ...yeah.
Lauren: That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Ezra: Is my preschool on facebook?

Pulling in the driveway after a trip to the grocery store to get Lauren's birthday cake.
Ezra: Can we have some cake now?
Me: No, we'll have it after dinner. We have to wait for Mama to come home, because it's her birthday cake.
Ezra: [laughing] Mama's home now!
Me: No she's not!
Ezra: [laughing] Yes she is! She park in the garage!