Last night I had a stomach virus and couldn't stand to cook dinner, so the kids' dinner was a veggie burger that I microwaved until it was too hot, then put in the freezer to cool off until it was too cold. Ezra raved about it.
Ezra: "Mmmm, I like veggie burgers! Yummy in my tummy! You make a good dinner, Mommy!"
Me: ...thanks. Are you being nice to me because I'm sick?
Ezra: Mommy, I always be nice to you.

Ezra: Mommy, you know what shape this is?
Me: Uh, an X?
Ezra: Mommy, X isn't a shape.

I was reading Ezra a picture book version of the Christmas story, and when we got to the page with the shepherds standing on top of a hill at night, Ezra whispered, "Mommy, those are bad guys."

Ezra (on wanting to wear his pajamas in the car): People that don't eat animals, when they go on long trips, they just wear their pajamas.

Mema: What does Ezra call Lauren's mom?
Me: Granny.
Ezra: I don't call her Granny, I call her Vickie.

Ezra: Mommy, you know Vikings are a kind of animals that talk.

Me; Dinner's almost ready. In the meantime, you can have your salad.
Ezra: Mommy, it's meantime right now?