Ezra kills me every time

Ezra is 2.75 years old, and I — although clearly biased — never cease to be amazed by the brilliant things that come out of his mouth. Here are three examples, all from our bedtime routine this evening.

#1

Ezra is playing with an old TI calculator, which he refers to as “my phone.” He then picks up his “red phone” (an old Zune*), and says, “Mommy, this is a phone, and this is my other phone. They are similar.”

#2

After Ezra’s book, it is time for him to help me set his bunny clock and turn on his white noise machine, as he does every night. Our exchange:

LAUREN: Ezra, I need you to come help me with your bunny clock now.
EZRA: Oh, do you want me to turn on the machine? I’d be happy to help with that. Say please.

#3

We’re in the bathroom, and Ezra sees Kenny’s electric toothbrush on the counter.

EZRA: Mommy, whose toothbrush is that?
LAUREN: That one is daddy’s.
EZRA: Oh yeah. You have the same one, but yours has a purple L on it.

Finis.

* You can laugh all you want. Kenny and I have a few of these lying around from the time that they were commonly given out as thank-you gifts upon shipping products at Microsoft. None of ours have been charged in years, but they do make great decoy devices for toddlers.