Ezra: Mommy, you're not letting it snow!
Me: I'm flattered that you think I control so much, but I don't make it snow.
Ezra: But Mommy, you got to let it snow like in the song!

Ezra: Mommy, I like these shoes because they're brown like muffins.

Ezra, upon walking into the living room on Christmas morning to find a giant cardboard playhouse Santa left: What's this? I want to open some presents.

Ezra: I don't want sauce in my lasagna! I like cheese and pasta, but I don't like sauce.
Me: It's all mixed together.
Ezra: Mommy, are you telling me the truth?
Me: Yes, it's the truth.
Ezra: I don't want lasagna. I want something I can eat in a bowl.
Me: You can eat your lasagna in a bowl.
Ezra: No, I don't want lasagna. I want something else I can eat in a bowl.
Me: You're not having cereal for dinner.
Ezra: No, something else I can eat in a bowl. Like yogurt.
Me: Fine, you can have yogurt with your lasagna.
Ezra: Mooooommmmmmyyyyy, I don't waaaaaaant lasaaagnaaa! Moooommmyy, pleeeease don't put lasagna in my yogurt!
Ezra: Mommy, why are you laughing? Mommy, stop laughing at me!
Five minutes later.
Lauren: Ezra, did you have a nice Christmas?
Ezra (drips yogurt on table): What?
Lauren: Did you have a nice Christmas?
Ezra (licking yogurt off table): Uh, yeah.

Ezra: Mommy, your choice is, do you and Jude want to play in my room now, or after you eat breakfast?

Ezra: Mommy, can we play the ABC game just a little bit?
Me: All right, for a few minutes.
Ezra: Mommy, your choice is yes.

A little girl at The Tree House convinced Ezra to play prince and princess with her, and was bossing him all around, saying things like, "Now you ask me to go to the ball," and they played together for maybe half an hour, until I realized that the little girl was playing at the play kitchen by herself, and I couldn't see Ezra anywhere. I found him in the back room, sitting at a little table and looking morose. I asked him what he was doing, and he said, "Um, just having dinner." Sure enough, a minute later the little girl brought him the play food she had been cooking and they sat down to dinner and played for another hour.

Ezra's letter to Santa reads:
"Dear Santa,
I love you.
Dear, Ezra"

Me: Jude, I bet you'll like this ball--it's little and squishy, like you!
Ezra (bringing me another ball): Here Mommy, this one's big and squishy like you!

We went to the Grove Park to see the gingerbread houses with Ezra's BFF Millie this afternoon, and they were really cute, "reading" the map together and walking down the halls holding hands. When it was time to go, Millie was crying, "I don't want to go, I want to stay here and play with Ezra." We parted ways and I told Ezra, "Millie didn't want to have to leave you, but you'll see each other tomorrow at preschool," and Ezra said, "Yeah, I know Millie loves me."

Ezra: Look, Mommy, a star! Just one star. Where are the other stars?
Me: That's just the first one. There's a rhyme: "Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight." What would you wish for?
Ezra: I wish for more stars.

Me: ...and there are going to be video games at the party tonight!
Ezra: You think I can play video games?!
Me: Yeah, you can play video games.
Ezra: Yay! I can't wait to play video games!....Mommy, what are video games?

This evening's tantrum brought to me by the cool Christmas stickers Mema sent Ezra, which change their picture when you tilt them. Ezra doesn't understand the concept and thinks I broke them.
Ezra: ‎"No, don't shake them! I want them back the way they were when Mema sent them! You can't shake other people's things!"

Me: What songs should we sing to Sammy?
Ezra: Well, Sammy likes Christmas dog songs, like, "Hey! I don't see my dog, I only see a ghost that looks like a dog!"

Ezra: Some people put bugs in their eyes, but we don't.

Several minutes after Ezra had declared himself finished with dinner, Jude dumped out Ezra's bowl of rice and started eating it, causing Ezra to cry in protest that it was *his* rice, and no he didn't want more rice, he wanted his rice back. Lauren and I told him that he really didn't want it back, but he insisted, so I put a full bowl of rice to Jude's mouth and said, "All right Jude, give the rice back," and pretended that he vomited it back up. Ezra was satisfied that justice had been done, but cried for me to wash it, so I took it to the kitchen and ran some water. Finally assuaged, Ezra ate his (presumed regurgitated) rice.