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!
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Monday, December 26, 2011
Sunday, December 25, 2011
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.
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.
Friday, December 23, 2011
Thursday, December 22, 2011
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.
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