Ezri speaks

A couple scenes from the Splash Park:

Talking with Ezri:

“I want you to have another kid. I want you to have surgery and I will bring you buckety.”
Ezri was not really selling this concept by pointing out I would need a c-section and the bucket I carried with me during morning sickness (all 8 months of it).

Ezri talking to her friend K next to the sandpit.
K: You are my bestfriend.
e:I am your bestfriend? (tone of wonder and excitement)
K: Yes, we have lots of playdates. (matter-of-fact tone)
me (mom): Ezri, you need to put your shoes on if you’re done playing in the sand.
e: I need help.
K: I will help you that’s what friends are for.
(K and I each starting putting on one of Ezri’s shoes.)
e: It is good that I have two feet so my bestfriend and my mama can both help.

Singing in the back of the car – clearly making up her own lyrics to an upbeat tune:
“Everybody dies, but that’s okay. The dogs all die, but that’s okay. The pets all die, but that’s okay.” I guess she’s made her peace with mortality.

While squishing her playdough, “This is good for my thritis.” Her Grandma Liz made playdough with us and declared needed the warm dough to be good for her arthritis.

e: Is Lori coming today?
E: I don’t think Lori is coming today.
e: But I have a fish belly. It would blow her mind.

Singing while looking at stickers gifted to her by Charlotte:
I love you Charlotte.
yeah-yeah-yeah
I hope your mother likes you
yeah-yeah-yeah
I like my stickers
(I think this comes from an earlier discussion in which I talked about how I always love Ezri, but I do not always like her behavior.)

I explain to her, “If you can’t listen and go when asked you don’t get to walk yourself to the car. That’s the deal.”
Ezri declares, “That is NOT the deal. I take the deal and throw it in the garbage forever!”

“We ate macaroni and Todd Pie.”
She means Pad Thai.