Ezra made a smiling ghost out of paper at preschool and has been playing with it all day. He told me, "Mommy, I love my ghost so much. I love it as much as Jude. As much as outer space and superheroes and robots!" And that's a lot.

After Kelley babysat the other night: Me: What did you and Kelley talk about? Ezra: We talk about what we like to eat at Cracker Barrel. Me: What does Kelley like to eat at Cracker Barrel? Ezra: Chicken, or dead birds.

A friend of ours babysat this evening, and she said that Ezra told her he liked Cracker Barrel, and she told him she liked Cracker Barrel too and asked if he ate the chicken and dumplings. He said, "You mean like a dead bird? I would never get that."

Ezra: I don't like listening to Jude's happy noises while he's playing with the new toys.

Me: Hey, Ezra, whatcha doing in the pantry? Ezra: I'm just playing, not touching glass stuff.

I just slammed my finger while putting Ezra's clothes in his drawer, and Ezra offered some helpful advice: "Uh, Mommy, when I do that, I just put my fingers on the brown part*, that's how I do it." *the drawer pulls