Me: Meagan might be moving to Australia.
Ezra: Why?
Me: Because her boyfriend lives there.
Ezra: Because her love him, and sometimes she get sad at home because he's not there?

Ezra: I wonder what Milli's baby is gonna be called. Maybe Milli's mom can ask him when he comes out.

Me:...The little dog laughed to see such sport, and the dish ran away with the spoon.
Ezra: What about the dish ran away with the dish?

Indeed.

Per a parenting book I read, I've taught Ezra that when Jude hits him or does something else hurtful, he should tell Jude that he doesn't like it. But often from the next room I hear:
Ezra: Jude, I don't like it when you hit me! OW! I don't like it when you hit me! Jude, I don't like it when you hit me! OW! I don't like it when you hit me, Jude! OW!
And Jude's just going whappity whappity whappity.

Ezra: Mommy, why do I love Milli and Milli love me?

Ezra: Mommy, why you don't grow babies anymore?

Me: Look at this great picture your friend drew for you! It says it's a picture of you.
Ezra: But that doesn't look like me. That looks like a dragon.

Look who's talking, Rembrandt.