Ezri Speaks

Today was the first day Ezri asked for her mittens that I thought she had the right idea. It’s getting chilly out there.

Another collection of Ezri’s comments:

“Many things are up high. So, may I please stand on chairs?”

Ezri’s comment on the slightly smaller bananas in the produce section:
“These are just my size.”
Yes, we purchased a bunch of them.

Playground Justice Vigilante Style
Ezri: That boy hitted me.
Me: He hit you? That was not nice.
Ezri: It’s okay. I spitted on him.
Me: We do not spit on people. Was this before or after he hit you?
Ezri: After. After hit, I spitted on him.
(An obligatory discussion of never spitting on people and the necessity of involving the law – err, adults – to settle such disputes followed.)

“Mama, do you have enough hands?”
This said after asking for a snack. I may be using the phrase, “I don’t have enough hands,” too often since Ivan was born.

“Is it now yet?”
This after hearing from her parents, “Not now. You need to be patient.” one too many times.