Ez sez

When Ezra first started talking, I imagined multiple future posts under the title "Ez sez"... and never wrote them. Well, here are three recent stories that fall into that category.

1.) Overheard at our house last week while we were discussing the baseball playoffs:
"Hey Daddy! Hey Daddy! Guess what?"
"What?"
"The Red Sox blew it."
"Yeah they did, Ezra. What about the Phillies?"
"The Phillies did not blow it, Daddy."

2.) When we went to a birthday party two weekends ago at a jumpy/bouncy house spot in Oakland called Pump It Up, there was a 6 year-old kid who seemed to want to play dodge ball with me. He kept throwing the balls at me, even when I was trying to ignore him and play with Ezra. When I took Ezra down one of the jumpy-slides, this kid was waiting for us at the bottom and pegged me in the face with a ball. Ezra jumped up, got right up in front of this kid (who was probably at least a foot taller than him), and screamed, "DON'T DO THAT! YOU COULD HURT HIM! DON'T DO THAT, I SAID!"

So protective. I think he's going to be a great big brother to Arlo...

3.) The other night we were playing with some of his race cars. One of the Lightning McQueen cars has a decal on the back-left side of the car to indicate where the fuel door is. Ezra picked up this car, pointed to the fuel door, and said, "Look, Daddy, it's Lightning's gas hole."