Random Silliness

I love this crazy kid.

Last night at dinner:

Corey: "Mom dropped the pear."

Ezra: "It pear-shooted."

Me: "It parachuted? What?!"

orey: "Good one, Ezra."

This afternoon while trying to clean out the

playroom metamorphing into a family room:

Ezra asked what I was doing and I told him I was throwing some garbage away. He looked into the bag and asked why I was throwing books away. (They were books we used at church with teachings from different prophets, who served as presidents of the church through the years. I have never reread any of them, have you?)

"But Mom, you can't throw those away! They're to help us remember the prophets!"

Yikes, I didn't know he'd even recognize any of them.... I did feel a little guilty throwing them away but without a basement or even a garage, where can I put all this "extra" stuff?