Ezri Speaks

Another collection of comments from Ezri.

“I have a Hot Flash. This is Hot Flash.” While playing with her Kid Flash action figure. I think there’s a reason that Marvel named him simply “The Flash.”

“I ate a rainbow of cream cheese Daleks.”
Your guess is as good as mine.

If you read the blog consistently you may have noticed that there is a current robot obsession.
Ezri got a new wind-up robot.
She asked her robot’s name. I read the name written on his chest, “Destroyer.”
I think Ezri heard “The Stroyer.”
Because she calls him “Stroyer” and he and my robot Hyjax are best friends. Stroyer and Hyjax have a pet Hex Bug they take for walks. They like to robot race and robot dance.

Looking at a pack of two new sippy cups that are designed for those transitioning to cups for the first time:
ezri: I can use the blue one and Ivan can have the other one.
me: No, those are both for Ivan to use. Maybe he will share, but they are both for Ivan to use.
ezri(after a pause to think): What about when Ivan dies?
(It could have been menacing but was asked in an innocent tone of genuine questioning. Guess, we’ll make sure Ivan wills Ezri his sippy cups.)

Ezri has been making me proud at how well she has done at her first two solo classes. Last week she went to a dance class at the park district. I peeked in through the window to see how she was doing. She was listening to the teacher and following directions with a big smile on her face. While not the shortest in class, I think she was the youngest. Only once during the class did I hear from the hallway a loud thump followed by Ezri’s voice saying, “I’m okay!” She may not yet be a graceful dancer. Each time I peeked in she was dancing or waiting her turn and looking really thrilled to be there. This week she went to her first solo Spanish class which was an hour and twenty minutes long (epic for someone with her attention span) and did a great job. Mr. Alfonso was impressed with her participation. She is feeling like a girl who is ready for preschool to me.
Today however she has been a bit of pill.
Case in point – this conversation:
me: Ezri, what would you like to drink with lunch?
e: Chicken Poop! *maniacal giggling*
me: Ezri no poop talk at the table. What would you like to drink?
e: chicken poop! Chicken Poop! CHICKEN POOP!
me: Ezri, enough. We do not have chicken poop.
e: We could make it with chicken and with poop.
Sometimes I am proud, other times she is so THREE I want to scream.

Photos are from working on planting earlier in May. I love the hat she’s chosen to wear.