A conversation with Ezra at the bookstore:
"What is your favorite color?"
"Favorite Sesame Street character?"
"Favorite Choo-choo Train?"
Favorite Bob the Builder truck?"
"Uh... yeah, ok! What's your favorite food?"
"Huh? Maybe cake? Birthday cake?"
"What's your favorite drink?"
Other bookstore phenomenons:
- Every time we go to Barnes & Noble, Ezra runs up to the train table and immediately has to poop. Whaaa? It's sort of like how I instantly feel like I have to pee every time I go into a dressing room at Ross. Did I say that out loud just now?
But, the Holidays must be coming because today there was a BRAND NEW train table and alllll new toys on it! Shiny toys! Bright, lead-free toys! And Ezra sat and played at that table for almost two hours. His favorite?
- The train table had been getting worse and worse at the B&N by our house-- they were down to two crappy beat up caboose trains and no engines. The bridges were busted and had turned into sharp little toddler-arm traps. The table itself looked like it had been covered in syrup and then rolled around in the dirt. And Ezra was quickly losing interest.
Cranky. He was mesmerized.
It made me want to buy him everything on the table. (Brilliant marketing.) Of course, we'd have to sell the house to make that happen, but hey! Two hours of uninterrupted play time? I feel like it might be worth it!
A (non-bookstore related) momentous occasion that occurred today:
I switched the thermostat from COOL to HEAT.
I am officially a happy woman.
I will post more about yesterday's funk later.
(Um, maybe. If I can think of a way to make it sound even slightly interesting.)